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My heart speaks of you in the corridors and highest floors.

As I walk, and as I see —

On the wall, I want more and more,
Of visions of us.

Unlike lands of bora bora,
I have a war story,

That knows baths of blood.

In my room, I felt ghastly drugged.
As I faced solitude, and a massive flood,

I was trapped in the corner,
Of being unstable…
But victory is mine, therefore, I am no longer angry…

I’ve had, moments that dragged, and times that I think I could never outlast…

But I’m moving on from the past, and I’m singing songs that are freeing on, alas.

Alas, I found my Queen.
Alas, I am her king.