Waking up,
Drops on the pillow,
Tiny, silver tears of moon.
Night is a love dream
For dreamers who still believe.
But it’s not a fairy tale,
Fairies won’t fly again
With their sparkling wings.
Hundred and hundred knives
Stab and stab again
The lonely, believer heart.
The Nightmare of Love begins.
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