On borrowed time
On wings of fate
We live and die,
We love and hate.
We fly above
Some magic lands,
Albeit briefly,
Hand in hand.
We pass our wisdom,
Days go by…
Our time is up.
We live to die.
28-08-2013
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Андрей Боровков 07.09.2018 04:23 Заявить о нарушении
It's more about our general fate than my (own) "desire" to die...
Тим Волков 10.09.2018 08:34 Заявить о нарушении