Never ending winter,
Storm that breaking the day
Chaos that won’t disappear
Calm land that has been ruined
Crying clown telling a joke
Stupid peasant wanting to teaching
Sad story is it, yet we are laughing
Good tale indeed, but it is a crap
My home once rich, now is poor
My right was there, now is gone
Sneaky thieves take our treasure
Stupid us for letting them away
What’s left behind just a waste
Our precious already gone
Who are the thieves, I just knew it
23 November 2008 09.01 AM
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