Trough pain for notice, and again,
Go up and down, without any reson,
My dear heart, I'm your prison,
It's cruel words - just role we play.
The sun is not just warming light,
It isn't simply star, that's shinning,
But it is always undermining,
You can not answer, or you might?
What is it truth? What's lies beneath?
How could we do it and for what,
Are you still sure? I'm not,
Don't stop to beat, my heart, my dear...
Trough pain for notice, and again
© Copyright: Емельянов Иван, 2011
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