71 Gloomy british letter

Dear little Sadie,

Maybe was the fate,

Or you closed the gate.

Perhaps, was because I had move

Or someone make you choose.

I do not care for that.

I just wanted to know you, girl

And I really tried to understand your ways, too.

Sadie,

Are you a woman now?

Can you talk about politic nowadays?

Let me know, sweetie.

Dearest,

if you’re out of that town,

Let them know.

Those citizens that say your name

Put your face on the walls

And your good smell on the skies

It makes me turn to ache.

I do not want to write this name, I do not want to hear it.

Where were you when I woked up, five years ago?

My love will die, bit by bit,

That feeling is not for me anymore, I know

And in this time I won’t fit

Automatically, I hear my voice for help screaming

My faith, your playground

My real care, your littlest ring,

Your eyes, those blues little globes.

Sadie, my goddess

Go away from London, all the nights

I don’t wanna a private fight

Leave me now, love, with my loneliness.