It's a signature of death
On your blind empty soul.
It's not strange to see a bleth,
How can you be a stone?
it's a signature of blood
On your silent poor body.
it's not strange to feel the mud,
it's the time for me to study.
In the ice
© Copyright: Сана Нелина, 2005
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