Perfection of a kind was what he was after The poetry he invented was easy to understand He knew human folly like the back of his hand He had an interest in armies and fleets When he laughed respectable senators laughed at his feet But when he cried the little children died in the streetsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
