How I would like your breath on me,
your frail body
and coming to your aid in every unsteady step and
hugging you with passion
If your kisses were true
born from a pure feeling
I would give you everythig, everything you want
but not freedom, I'm not giving it to you
I know you can give me paradise
but I was born free
what a Bitter Love of yours, that caught you in a grip
and has no mercy of you.
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