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- Game of Love
When I was young You fed me
Before I claimed Your name
The words You softly told me
Still in my heart today
To think that I'm your favorite
To think that I'm Your son
- Lisa
rain pours down on the small cottage in the forrest
wind rattles the windows
three rooms, a kitchen and a garden with potatoes and carrots
in the morning lisa awakens in a scent of yesterday's meal
does anybody wonder how does lisa feel
Ref:
Why is Lisa so alone, i don't know