Oh
She called,
because she could not, long alone,
so
New May,
I'm sorry, I can't seem to get it,
too bad
The yard was scattered and shuddered from the cold
On the rusted with rain Belarusian gold
To find and forever together to break out of the city
And the grenade of your hair Belarusian gold
Did not cry,
because she could not, more than you,
pain
I did not open,
as hard to step,
stand and stare
The yard
was scattered and shuddered from the cold
On the rusted with rain Belarusian gold To find
and forever together to break out of the city
And the grenade of your hair Belarusian gold
The yard was scattered and shuddered from the cold
On the rusted with rain Belarusian gold To find and forever together
to break out of the city And the grenade of your hair Belarusian gold