Hear me ocean!
I’ll tell you of my low and weak
Leave bits and peaces I possess,
Become true, humble and meek.
Teach me to learn your justice full,
Exchange punishment for my deeds!
I consent to the rage of shipwrecking rule
Just send it down to lick my beach-frozen knees.
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К.Б. 28.05.2003 21:06 Заявить о нарушении
All the ghosts of the past,
that walked through the dreamland
to show us (me?) contrust...
which (that?) mix (mixed?) with end winding ???
to give me my space... ???
Fern 30.05.2003 01:23 Заявить о нарушении