as the last drops of spirit try to drench a fire beneath me
i crave for another pint to relieve me of agony
the whim and the lace of the tiara that she wears
are still airing the fire that glows beneath my skin
the scarf she uses to hide her face from me
is more than a sword sharper and mightier than shields defense
she knows that my cure i just a glimpse of herself
but to relish her face is what she thinks i m not destined to
she cuts me, my spirit, my soul without a touch
and drains me of all emotions to stand like a stone
just now carve out stepping of me and let me in her path
that may she grant her touch to me just to kick me aside
it all comes reeling when i still wait her in the rain
where i feel even god is wantin to drench this fire
he too feels that it could burn his creation the heaven, hell and middle earth
and i too wish the same to happen with a little spirit more
grant me another pint u rascal so that i could drink to sleep
for i realize theres now where better than see her in my dreams
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