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We are at the junction
We must apply caution
And not to be mentioned
As another lost soul
Life is not for auction
The brake has a function
There are many drivers
That drove in the summer
Stacking a lot of papers
Just to have a super
And beautiful winter
But bought a silent whisper.
Verse I The gods are wise; they say Purple blood is a name, Running in thrones; not nays… It is always fatal When a bloody…
From the rocks of all ages, I can not distinguish Parent birds and offsprings New blood always become Everything genes speak of But how do…
Million candles burnt To realize a dream I was the best there was And I knocked giants down Back in school days. They really craved…
It was a quiet night Under the Starlights I sat and admired The way the sky shone From a distant mile… Came a friendly breeze…
