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| Ķimene : My own history |
| Tickling shadows run apart As sadness comes and covers my heart. What a pitty must I be- To feel my self in such a misery? Mice have eaten all the cheese, And I have no luck, as none of these. Empty pockets, lost my mind, How could I ever see the road That I need to find? A secret whispers in my ear: "Do you listen? Can you hear? Force within you never dies- Don't give up now, Wake and try!" Silent shadows fade as frost. Sadness gone, and all doubts lost. What a burden must it be, To carry all way long-with my own history... |
| (06.03.2016) |
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