You all here scream for love..
But what you really know?
I'll be the spruce In winter
In the forest of my soul.
When will be gloom around -
I'll choose to shine through dark.
When it will hurts, won't easy
I still will choose to love.
When soul in chest's deep gulf,
I'll flood (the) abyss with light.
When I will live,
Will breathe
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I'll love
(4.11.22)