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Him or You
Where is “he”
When he leaves me
Whole life Passes slowly
Where is “him”
I love his male voice
Without it “he” is nothing
“Him” is much older
I wear his blue sweater
The moist in his eyes Is blue, like the blue in the Chinese seas
“He” is mysterious
In his stratosphere
Between the both of them, I wanted Them both
I’ve got in the heart of lead
A stitch in the throat Not to have to make the choice
“Him” or “You”
The windows are made of wood And these fatal showers
Falling upon me
“Him” or “You”
Where is “he”?
If there’s no one
The whole town is extincted
“You” and “him”
My two male better halfs
Without them I’m nothing
“Him” is so strong
I laugh when he gets bored If he isn’t right
Then, I love him even more, he says:
That “he” is in love
Like the water loves the wave
Me, without the both of them, have a wave In the soul
I’ve got in the heart of lead
Tears of Indian ink That show me
“Him” or “You”
To find myself within me With childish songs
But the wooden horses Are cold
