Like the run of a chinese man, running from the lost face of Peking, Like a tear from a private eye, runnig down the cheeks of a public lie, Like the sad song i sing, running at the end of my brilliant plan. Had I asked for another chance, had I asked for any more of your perverted romance, Had i asked for your forgiveness, had I asked for your tenderness, Give and take, curse or bless, In the end, i will confess, cos you make me to. Sept.,19th 1997 ALEXander StinglBirth sign: Not entered
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