Zywa
American Dream [2]
There is a fresh wind
there is a new world blowing
through the city, I see
my life in the distance
lying to my feet
Young men aspire to me
they give me everything that's needed
for the new time
They are the promise
I carry its torch
They are the deed
I am the promise
I promise heaven
on earth, my breasts
are full, my dress
is transparent
After every conception
I am a virgin again
After every conception
I am still a virgin
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