17 окт. 2007 г., 08:18
2 мин за четене
All that I know in my life,
I have learned on the street.
No magic carpet, no genie, no shoes on my feet.
Will I wake up from this nightmare?
A fear that chills me to the bone.
Though I may be one of many
I feel so all alone.
We are the children of the night.
We won't go down without a fight.
Our voice is strong, our future's bright.
And thanks to what we learned from you
we've grown into the children of the night. ...
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