With him I shared my tennis racket, My joy and sorrows and my leather jacket He was the one I found standing ground When there was no one around He met she and I was told They were precious to me, more than gold!…
I don’t see the end is near Close up shots of my fear Put in words, but not so clear And I wonder, why should I rise… Divine riots in my head Bloody fights for a piece of bread Books on wisdom never…
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