These days were perfect and rare,
To see "this" in front of my head.
I never gonna be there,
The trip will not come to its end.
Frightened and scared i'm running,
As bitten, away from my dream.
The spirit and soul...They are dying,
I can do nothing i scream.
WHY should it happen to me?
These days were perfect and rare,
To see "this" in front of my head.
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© Copyright: Очаг Грехов, 2012
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