Let them continue
every winter's a gate
her power's unholy,
her sign is background
in his portrait,
something which is better
than better than money, had stolen,
but it will has found.
I sure...
A pain...
your separate fillings.
They fought for freedom;
they aither don't kill them,
but any street was full of people
Kordos was there crying alone
last night was taken, so simple,
and his warriors become stone
Their places are situated on the tables;
their daily days like a storm.
But they don't be able
to keep a silence,
they couldn't catch you
and won't see you tomorrow.
The strangers are standing behind us already
Here snow is over the window.
They are waiting when this yellow moon
will get down
through an emptiness.
It still is right choice.
They were prefered to speak about all.
They...
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