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Sweaty air

Keeps me awake

The room listens

To her sleepy moan

Down behind the curtain

Running process

Passion turns into love

Faithful face with a wound in form of the moon

In a milky white dress, I'm taking from her our last dance

Closing her eyes last time, I'll whisper Mendelssohn waltz

And our dreams will burn, which have not become a reality

Suddenly, things have gone too far

The place we loved, we torn apart

I'm sick of what we have become

Behind the light words that tease and flout