Fall is, it's there through my fingers
My hands are weak and both sick
With trying to I feel the leak
With every wish to switch last gears
The end was far or it was near
The frontier always is behind
Who knows ever what's the fear
Should never pass one out his mind
The life is simple like a flash
You tried it untill the point
And fall I meant made thoughts be boiled
Just press the button with the slash
Or you had rather smash it off
Or stick it to, it's no matter
This stroke turn my way to cross
Those routes are to find them better
Falls
© Copyright: Гарри Веда, 2013
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