Mallone, those boyish charms
His deep blue eyes, disarms
He is young, all alone
Love that boy, sweet Mallone
Mallone imprisoned by his own
cannot fly, chained to the ground
Can love be such a whore?
so jealous of sweet Mallone
Man, yes he has become
but no, he hasn't overcome
The night still fills with gloom
with Mallone's cry for freedom
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
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