And no strength to breathe
In this plagued land of hatred
Sorrow and the masquerade.
And still I´m standing there
My head held high
I´m looking for the kind hand
Seeking for the ease.
Cease the fire, no more hatred please
No more lies, it´s killing us all
Just look around and you´ll see it
As I´ve done long time before.
(p.s. táto báseň bola úmyselne napísaná voľným rýmom... just give it a try )
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17. 7.júla 2009 16:38
no mne sa to paci
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