Аиша, 34 - 18 февраля 2008 21:01

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If the friends are good to me,
the white fairy is bending her bow,
shoots into the face of my worries,
and out of the two halves
breaks the father of all mirrors.

He`s waving at me and I bend,
and he`s whispering in my ear.

You are the sweetest child of all,
I`ll keep you as my own blood,
you are the nicest child of all,
in me, even the evil is good.

The curiosity is making my dream longer,
the white fairy,
she sings and she laughs,
she made me pregnant violently,
and pregnant as I am is torturing me
through the night the father of all mirrors

He`s waving at me and I bend,
and he`s whispering in my ear.

You are the sweetest child of all,
I`ll keep you as my own blood,
you are the nicest child of all,
in me, even the evil is good.

And as I defend myself against the pains of birth,
still being a bitch in the cradle,
watch me while I give birth,
and devour the own afterbirth.

You are the sweetest child of all...
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