He wouldn't call you
But you gave yourself willingly to him:
Lottery of the soul.
You trade your love with her
But she was clothed in distrust:
Lottery of the Soul.
You tend to get
all your heart despises:
Lottery of the soul.
You've sold your soul:
Exchange of wood for gold.
Lottery of the soul!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one