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I feel you whisper - so far, dear sister |
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But now a shudder - your voice, stepfather |
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Is it a deception? - or true affection? |
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Do you feel better? - |
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Are you together? |
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Old fingers touch a young girl's skin, unusual love or sin? |
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Tough leather slides on her velvety cover, never any other |
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Except stepfather gets her love |
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She's thirteen years old |
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He's got her in a cage of cold |
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Their sensitive relationship grows to great fears, transformed |
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To trouble and tears, every day when her head's on his shoulder |
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This fifty year man seems to be colder |
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Mother's pain, she wants to reveal what's going on in the family |
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One day in autumn sister shocked stepfather, me and |
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My mother when she gave her earthly life an end |
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His hair is grey, tender his words, he swears on her grave: "No one will ever separate our love's heat, I'll meet you in heaven Soon we shall be free". |
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He trusted in this and in half a year |
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By his own oath he had disappeared |
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I feel you whisper - |
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So far... |
