They can’t believe in water to be given
The skies are crying passing through my soul
I never knew what means to be forgiven
I’m listening to chorus in my poll
The most important aims are not attained
And they create the peace on children’s bones
And they envy to people, who are sained
I’m listening to strident dulcet tones
My soul is singing and my heart is moaning,
I am afraid of sounds in my head
Who can reply me, where is the world going?
All I can do is nothing but reject.
world
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