Bosnian Rain
We are the second coming,
In a land so subtle but so becoming,
The dream that we must live well,
But are we like you, a wickedest smell,
From the word of chaos in which we fell,
Do I take the city, or approach a southern bell,
I think it would be my accent ,is what I would have too sell!
Welcome too my world, an imma grant with a dream
Or do I just close my mouth so ‘‘tis like you i May seem!!!
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