24 дек. 2011 г., 01:32
2 мин за четене
The Crow, The Owl And The Dove
A crow flew to me
Kept its distance
Such a proud creation
I saw its soul, envied its pride
But needed nothing it had
An owl came to me
Old and wise
Pierced right through my youth
I learned its ways, envied its sense
But needed nothing it had
Don`t give me love ...
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