Real heroes die
Lonely death, unsung
Vanish in the dark
All the stories lie
No one hears them cry
No one's gonna mark
Where they bleed dry
When the bells have rung
People say that the best leave first
It's a rule that really hurts
Where do they go leaving us in pain
No answers for this question being asked in vain
I don't know this life then
It seems to be so pointless
It takes the best we've had once
I just become more hopeless
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Вторник, 12 Июня 2007 г. 03:15 (ссылка)
