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Hard Biante hammered the chisel
Hard beating the rock
Of the Seven he was the wisest one
He fixed his loneliness in the stone.

I was walking the ruins of Greece,
Some centuries gone,
Young and strong, can this be a fault?
I read the word, they got my heart.


The most part of the men are bad
So he wrote that day

Lonely I crossed life,
Stealing love from women,
careful not to trust a man
Every thing I said,
nothing but a lie.
Always those words
Bouncing in my mind:
"Most of the men are bad"

The most part of the men are bad
So he wrote that day

So he wrote that day

But youth goes away
little remains of
The pride of man.
Sink in deep water,
One offered a hand.
There was no time to think
I grabbed it and prayed.
It was very simple,
Nothing really to say.

The most part of the men are bad
So he wrote that day

Wise is the man who doesn't trust
But clever the one who's got a friend.

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