Jealousies and torments
brought about by your airy ways
You blow a bubble
it turns into a knife
twists into my heart
A drop of blood stains my breast
Your brow remains unfurrowed
brought about by your airy ways
You blow a bubble
it turns into a knife
twists into my heart
A drop of blood stains my breast
Your brow remains unfurrowed
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