Forget my name, forget like a dream
I stand somewhere, not with you
Go away and find something new
Never come back and leave this splean
Just fly like the sad wind blows
It is a freedom,man. Its taste so sweet
You will see that is what You need
Don't ask me what noone knows.
I believe you will find out the right way.
You will know many things and be wise
Looking forward, don't give up, exercise
Someday,Someday,Someday...
The Mourning Delirium
© Copyright: Андрей Мараев, 2012
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