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The streets are almost empty To fill our aching hearts we make a tour of the town Not much to see, we are not a part just a complement of the madness. Never a part, that is the role Our hearts bleed and scream for a change Should we rely to others? Maybe not We've done that too much. It's the time for realization Time to change a patterned destiny The last is usually one of the best I'm glad I still have the chance to know I'm not alone. 30-06-1999 |
