Tell me your name boy,
Tell me your name,
Aren't you got tired
Of not being slave?
I will not push you,
I won't persuade,
I shall just save you
From your dirty clay.
Will you believe me?
Or will you just leave?
Tell me your choice,
Tell me your way.
Don't forget to heal yourself,
I`ll come here tomorrow
Just pray to clean self.
18.11.2013
Tell me
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