People in the town, they talk
I cannot help but hear them,
The campesinos tend their crops
As you plant your seed in the women.
And you advance to make your way
To catch up with the gypsies,
Chase the scent of scandalous awe,
Of sin portrayed so sweetly.
They make victims of themselves,
I pity the women you meet.
All the same, I was convinced that
You would see me differently.
I know that you, a busy man,
Have places to go, people to shun,
I wish the poor girl luck and prayer,
The bearer of your unborn son...
(People talk, here in this town)
Come the night, the talk dies down.
I walk barefoot quietly and sound
The thought of you is in the ground,
And in this peace, I want to drown.
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hahahahahaha i love you too pygmy..but i have to tell you what inspired me to write this..-_- >.< i hate people!!!!
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you have an extremely morbid mind my dear.
i love it. =] -
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oh my bad you said you love "it" and not me well i'll just pretend you said that too lol
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