oh dear miaho

Where will we be after the bells have rang
and monotony has set
We've passed the final step;
alone as newly weds.

Raised to believe it be the omega,
but grown to find it lost its shine
Help! they've screamed for many years
as small regrets whisper in ears.

Tempted men behave brash with little girls;
while crawling wives cut trees with butter knifes.
Flames appear above the heads of two lovers,
but fires simmer the more they know each other.
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