9 апр. 2007 г., 19:28
3 мин за четене
There's a darkening sky before me.
There's no time to prepare.
Salvage a lost horizon
But no regrets from me.
Maybe i'll be back some other day.
To live again, just who can say.
In what shape or form that i might be.
Just another chance for me.
A hurried time, no disgrace,
instead of racing to conclusion,
wishing all my life away,
no-one can stop me now. ...
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