I'm falling down
I will get up
My hair is brown
My thoughts are crap
My hair is fair
But life is not
I stand and stare
At what I've got
My lips are red
So is my blood
I think I'm fed
up with this mudd
My cheeks are pale
And I suppose
Life's not for sale
That's how it goes
My teeth are white
My dreams are grey
No need to hide
I'll stay and pray...
2005
colourful me
© Copyright: Тунгусбек Вададаев, 2006
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