I wish I couldn"t play with words
alive so I would be,
the one who runs away from sun
will die of cold not me;
The cynic"s walking to his work,
he fills the day with lies,
I did not lie without them
I hope I will get by;
I go and go, and play with words,
there is no truth in them,
forgive me not, but don"t forget:
there is no lie in them.
I wish I couldnt play with words
© Copyright: Антон Благонравов, 2001
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