I said stop/wait, but my heart Said send me,
Send it let it hit the roads,
Love is resentful of absences,
Don’t go my heart, don’t leave me alone
Look to what I’ve become
Love is mad at the absences

You’re not there by me,
I’m alone, I have no confidant
Is there no one else except you?
I took the responsibility,
The tears are in the eyes, and the trouble is here
Send me from here with your ray
I'm alone in summer and winter
I asked, she said “Not...
...a fault of yours”

Congrats, she’s leaving
She says she walks our, that's her shame
Even if you go, your place is special
I'm at the tides, the night is a full moon?

Congrats, she’s leaving
She says she walks our, that's her shame
Even if you go, your place is special
I'm at the tides, the night is a full moon?

Fill always fill
My pain always faded
One day you were there, and another you weren’t
What is my cure, doctor?

my poem

Which style of asian art was most influenced by european culture?

In an article about americans working in middle eastern countries, cicy, a white journalist, is described as knowing that she should cover her hair when she leaves her house. according to this article, cicy:

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air up ahead in the distance, i saw a shimmering light my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim i had to stop for the night. there she stood in the doorway; i heard the mission bell and i was thinking to myself 'this could be heaven or this could be hell' then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way there were voices down the corridor, i thought i heard them say welcome to the hotel california such a lovely place (such a lovely place) such a lovely face. plenty of room at the hotel california any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends how they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat some dance to remember, some dance to forget so i called up the captain, ' bring me my wine' he said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine' and still those voices are calling from far away, wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say" welcome to the hotel california such a lovely place (such a lovely place) such a lovely face. they livin' it up at the hotel california what a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice and she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device' and in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast they stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast last thing i remember, i was running for the door i had to find the passage back to the place i was before 'relax' said the night man, 'we are programmed to receive. you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave! '