Once I will die. Once every blind
Will leave this merciless world.
But i have question: what will remind
About those, who were born to behold?
Some have no fear, some aren't brave
But all we are blur on white carpets
Of those who betrayed fathers's graves
But they like the game, they are puppets.
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© Copyright: Рид Уолкер, 2012
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