Marionettes
We are all hanging on a hair
Between the ground and the sky,
We're all like puppets on a fair,
That one day sure someone would buy.
We are all spinless marionettes
In a circus that already burnt,
The whole world before us in debts
But all our hopes were mocked and spurned.
05.10.13
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