Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes And know no other way
It's not that dying hurts us so This dirty living hurts us more But dying is a different way A kind behind the unknown door
Count not that far that can be had Through the sorrows lie between Nor that adjacent that beside Is further than the pain and greed
Find every thought Unknown Unborn Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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