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1.06.2008
Forgive me, dear friend
You will not understand
This desert has no soul
And I feel like a sand grain -
Just one among the few
Who outlive the hot sun -
Just one, stripped of my pride
The same as every one.
Forgive me, dear friend
But you cannot persuade me
To stay where time has stopped
For I must be a raindrop -
And since the world goes on,
So strictly unchangable -
There is no room for rain
Amidst hot ancient sands...
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