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? - 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:
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"No one will ever separate our love's heat, I'll meet you in heaven
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Soon we shall be free". 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 - So far...
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The Story (Autumn Times II)
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| Depressive Age |
