2017.10.15.
Five more greyhairs
He bought my youthand after the charm was gone,
he paid my freedom with a thousand gifts
He bought my youth
he didn't mind to rent my love
fixations of oldness, of despair
Me with five more greyhairs
and less to lose
I'd understand him
Me with five more greyhairs
I'd know what is to see
that he leaves without being anything
He bought my youth
and it costed him too much because,
the price of my skin didn't make me a slave
He bought my youth
he didn't mind to rent my love
and who'd thought I fell in love too
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