SECRET AGENT
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- Jan 4, 2019
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My first love was a moonlight to chase darkness
She was a sweet orange to perish bitterness
My only golden happiness to execute sadness
She was only one to make me not hopeless
My first love, my first tear.
She was a wise Queen to call myself great King,
A poor who couldn’t be deceived by shilling
She was something which couldn’t make me nothing
The only one who irrigated my garden of laughing
My first love, my first tear.
My first love, then turned to a monster
A great foe, who hunted my hopes and slaughter
Chased away a wind of happiness and laughter
She swallowed my happiness to bitter
My first love, my first tear.
She became a plaything of men
Wandering from this hotel to that lodge with men
She abandoned her precious quality of woman
And paraded her sense of dignity to evil men
My first love, my first tear.
She fled away, never to see her again
And let me languish with life in vain
My poor heart was swimming in pond of pain
She dared to hold a sword my future to slain
My first love, my first tear.
She stabbed my feelings on the neck
And my feeling couldn’t survive in hands of that heck
She had a monster eyes on my back
My first love, my first tear.
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My first love was a moonlight to chase darkness
She was a sweet orange to perish bitterness
My only golden happiness to execute sadness
She was only one to make me not hopeless
My first love, my first tear.
She was a wise Queen to call myself great King,
A poor who couldn’t be deceived by shilling
She was something which couldn’t make me nothing
The only one who irrigated my garden of laughing
My first love, my first tear.
My first love, then turned to a monster
A great foe, who hunted my hopes and slaughter
Chased away a wind of happiness and laughter
She swallowed my happiness to bitter
My first love, my first tear.
She became a plaything of men
Wandering from this hotel to that lodge with men
She abandoned her precious quality of woman
And paraded her sense of dignity to evil men
My first love, my first tear.
She fled away, never to see her again
And let me languish with life in vain
My poor heart was swimming in pond of pain
She dared to hold a sword my future to slain
My first love, my first tear.
She stabbed my feelings on the neck
And my feeling couldn’t survive in hands of that heck
She had a monster eyes on my back
My first love, my first tear.
Sent using Jamii Forums mobile app
