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Squawk
Into the abyss down
our love shall fall.
By voodoo spellbound,
I am pin filled doll.
Into the abyss down
I can only shout.
Like squawk of old crow
our love shall fade out.
Some gipsyes come and say
that we haven't loved enough
and then they fade away
with the wind raw and rough,
their white teeth and dark skin,
like it have never been.
our love shall fall.
By voodoo spellbound,
I am pin filled doll.
Into the abyss down
I can only shout.
Like squawk of old crow
our love shall fade out.
Some gipsyes come and say
that we haven't loved enough
and then they fade away
with the wind raw and rough,
their white teeth and dark skin,
like it have never been.
Published 14th May 2019
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