will you love me tomorrow

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If my heartbeats were a melody,
probably nobody would listen to it on any radio,
for nobody is anointed enough to record
an unprofitable sacred sound in a studio...

If my heartbeats were a melody,
it's nothing to worry about because even
the song «will you love me tomorrow» has been
forbidden for a long time ago till became a hit.

[some didn't understand that love can't
be censored or kept in the shadows...]

If my heartbeats were a melody, probably,
you should download 'em from a dubious site,
so well sheltered by some with square heads.

If my heartbeats were a melody,
no one would know how to obey in front of it.

poetic audience

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