So many beautiful women, why created we go past, but that one, G, you surpass the road limit, flow into my heart
Bend peak hour my poetic part, i yearn only for your half, midst the mist of cars you part, lift your veil, reveals your Loving art
Everyday moves us at a faster pace, i think of old stories, you and i created for the others purpose, an old tale joins us
In busy dandenong, going nowhere the old gods awaken – in true love created, G, resurrect the old stories new again
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