Please don't leave me, please don't go!
I guess it is the truth after all,What wise men constantly repeat,
That to be inspired you must be hurt,
Wounded fatally in your heart.
Yesterday I was all mighty lion.
Big and noble and proud as a God.
A lion strong as can be, a true linebred.
Until fate made me encounter a taurus.
With exquisite eyes,and undrawable smile.
I pleaded with her to stay alive,
I begged her to meet, to be with me.
To no avail, nothing prevailed.
I cried and cried and cried but
No one listened to my choked roars.
And as my heart slowly withers away,
Unable to be burdened with more pain,
And left to die out and alone,
I stop, and ask her one last time
`Please don't leave me, please don't go`
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