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Midsummer, I waved A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave And though Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 07:25:00 GMT |
some shit... ;)) |
I Razlog je laz; jer postoji cinilac beskonacan i nepoznat; i sve njihove rijeci su naoko mudre.
Oni su mrtvi, ti ljudi; oni ne osjecaju. Mi nismo za bijedne i ~alosne: gospodari zemlje s...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 07:12:00 GMT |
