The grief left its mark
In too tender souls,
It doesn't matter how old we are,
We all don't like to listen.
There are a lot of lies around,
To break our will,
And everyone says: "Don't be sad»,
And I'm running alone in the field again.
Wild thoughts are pounding in my head,
Which sometimes frighten the soul.
And these thoughts carried me
Where the...
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