Spleen II

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The sky is grey to blue, no clouds though,
But she hugs another one,
The game she knew is no longer the same,
It is easy so easy, without feelings at all.

She just howls and she is a stone,
He just sees and feels delight,
They go on and on and on,
And time doesn't stop just flows.

The game has stopped another time,
She feels lost and she cries,
The game she once would love,
Is now a nightmare,unloved .

It's a nightmare her body wants,
She can't resist but play,
And stare to the ceiling,
Until the end...

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