The exception of the truth
Would it be the year of missing
Going through the walls and roofs
You're beginning loudly screaming
And the poison of the soul
Disappearing through the darkness
Won't be changed in spite of gold
That can pay for all the wonders
You can run or fight or scream
No one wants to be protected
If you want to plan your dream
Just begin to do your bestest
do your best
© Copyright: Анна Фрышкина, 2013
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