If You looking for love,
Don’t seek in Netherland.
Gray sky drops tears from cloud
On people who ventured out.
The autumn came
To play fallen leaves game.
Flowers wither on muddy soil,
On pavement there is puddles’ boil…
When Angels cry in heaven’s deeps
I feel taste of blood on lips.
If You want to find love,
Don’t seek in Netherland.
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