nasıl ki "başıboş atlarla arabalar,
başıboş her şey
sonunda denize çıkar,"

kehanet yerini buldu...

ah, Sonja,
your lips are burning.
in auburn rivers you revel,
with bruises on your body
cracks on your neck,
hair untamed,
and a break in your voice,
you escaped what was wrong
and finally found your own soul,
opened his doors,
fertilized his perception,
he's no stranger,
you met his will long before,
touched the very same chest.
don't you remember;
he's your true color,
your true mate,
your only peaceful bed.

lovesick blues, come on over..

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