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Oh Cecile please tell me,
Have we met in another anamoly?
Do you remember me as I used to be?
A superficial green-eyed prodigy.
Wearing sandals in Sevastopol,
Under lofty attempt for life control
Crushing Xanax into my teeth,
My fleeting thoughts don't seem to agree
Arrived on Lundy with the sun sleeping
I depart on Mardi,
And the time it is creeping.
You used to call me Dorian Gray,
But I never had the space to hide my paintings anyway.

I see you writing,
Donnez-moi votre cahier.
Est-ce que je peux voir vos pensé ce moi?

I never planned this out, the thought process it seemed sufficient,
But now I'm looking at your eyes
And they appear to resemble a crescent.
Please write me soon before I pack up and move again.
I hate this place, but I don't want this talk to end.

I see you writing,
Donnez-moi votre cahier.
Est-ce que je peux voir vos pensé ce moi?

Oh Crimea, I find it confusing down
In the Black Sea, rippled and loosing.
Oh Crimea, you shouldn't amuse me.
Mother Russia will cease to abuse thee.
Only place I'll ever be at home (home),
Only place I'll ever feel alone (alone).

Forget my words, I didn't mean them,
My mindset changed you can't forsee it.
You're another girl without a future, but Crimea I'll never loose her.
Forget my words, I didn't mean them,
My mindset changed you can't forsee it.
You're another girl without a future, but Crimea I'll never loose her.

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