Let the bay horse go to the herd
M.L.
Rise like a phoenix, you. No more of waiting
Cats’ footsteps noise is out of your brains
Mountain roots are now slowly melting
And winter made a hook to bears' veins
Fish breath and early birds’ saliva
Will not be touching brown furry ears
Rise, rise, my boy, rise once again to live
And to revenge for lots of darky years
Iisa
Pile ring
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