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One More Illusion My fashionable pants That I used last night's party Already got old N´ I'm here stopped Passing by you With the promise of being One more illusion Insi[ght]de your broken heart Beyond the sweet dreams Stolen by reality We must know about the things We´re expecting and will never come These dull eyes It looks like the needy forget That the loneliness gets old With the promise of being One more illusion Insi[ght]de your broken heart Between robes´ rags n´ brightness Whatever season Copyright © 2023 Isiely Ayres [All rights reserved]