So come to me ragged barefoot
Only despair
can recognize the love
And sooner or later they will feel the need
When will the
fiction and one expects only the last rites
But really want to play
fifty children of the revolution? Run
skin wither
page which plague wet
Now that pain can become tomorrow
thin terminal
Understand what I mean? Resigned
while invoking
rosaries shelled my sweet Lady
can only bow the knee to dress up is a miracle I remember
promise to take over as manna,
the sky.
Only despair
can recognize the love
And sooner or later they will feel the need
When will the
fiction and one expects only the last rites
But really want to play
fifty children of the revolution? Run
skin wither
page which plague wet
Now that pain can become tomorrow
thin terminal
Understand what I mean? Resigned
while invoking
rosaries shelled my sweet Lady
can only bow the knee to dress up is a miracle I remember
promise to take over as manna,
the sky.
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