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The wind with is cold dull voice say,

my son is time for you to go away,

mother earth shakes its body open its arm,

want me to sink so she can hug me,

say my son ill tug you in,

the sun is to hot it burns the flesh whispering,

my son in hell it will be 9 times more,

the night whispers with the rage in its blood,

soon I will have another soul,

3 months almost 4,

my life and heart I gave to my special star,

surroundings say it was a wrong choice,

death it presence I might face,

but I am not afraid of the grave,

been there so much,

shit I know it more than the reaper it self,

many people in there own words tell me che,

you a crazy fool there are many stars,

but I only see that bright one,

if there are more I dont care,

all I want is that one right there,

if I have to rest in peace to have it I dont care,

if I will spill and paint things red,

I dont care,

I dont care if this or that happens to me,

just as long as that star is still bright,

but fuck whispers,

I dont listen till they scream

is when I know is my time to think,

my life is yours,

my heart is yours, if I go which will be never,

a smile in your face, I love you my life,

I see you as a beautiful wife,

so I wont let no whispers end this dream

which is a reality my queen,

I love you and you love me,

for ever and ever it will always be,

and hopefully the whispers dont begin to scream