She lives a lonely life.
For HIM...she's like a cat:
She likes to wolk at night,
He thinks she'll pay for that.
She'll pay for all his words,
For silver words of love.
He gave so many gifts,
She couldn't live poor life.
He'd like to sell his soul,
To make her happy once.
He thought it wasn't fault
To present her his heart.
But love took off his forth,
And she was still like cat.
He died with happy smile...
She didn't pay for that.
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