Revolution recorded.
I'm taping recorder,
Sealed cargo from heaven,
You've opened the border
In sixty and seven.
Why am I distressed?W
What laying behind?
I blowed my confession
In eighty plus nine.
We made revolution
While walking upstairs,
They take us at red one
In casino play.
Another truth vasted,
The very lie gone.
We talk on disaster,
Condemned to fall.
Carnation of soul,
Exceeding by rain -
What year makes us older,
What weave takes the grain?
sixty and seven - 1967.
eighty plus nine - 1789.
RevRec
© Copyright: Сесиль Монблазе, 2012
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