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A Sad Clown
I am tired to pretend that
All is well on my land.
My heart is aching,
The last hope is breaking.
I am tired to hear the truth.
I loved you, it was forsooth.
I hate to hear the lies,
Try to find a compromise.
Only memories are in my treasury.
Thinking of you is my pleasury.
You were chasing for a fire-bird,
I memorized the words I’ve...
Wednesday 21st September 2011 2:32 pm
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