Из альбома: The End of Maiden Trip

let go of me
i’m just something
annual, annual
without any doubt
i was something
menstrual, menstrual

someone
some game
to play in the way

i thought you arose
from a dream
like a miracle, a miracle
and someone passed away
in my life i am
cynical, cynical

one day
too late
you’ll stop and see
the meaning of loss you lost
the meaning of all your ghosts
the meaning of all those miracles

without any doubt
i accept
i was seasonal, seasonal

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