Peace?
In wars and peace in the beds I pray!
My fears are drugs and disease.
Sometimes perceive myself so capable
But almost persuade whoever does not know.
Would that be so, a good guy,
It is something that I'm not and no belief.
Hanging around on my chest and provides the life
How much does not fit me or compensate ...
The night was windshield cools at full,
The mantle of stars has covered me.
In the verses of this beloved woman poet
Do not follow my way more gentle,
Death is coming and does not prompt
Even another scenario anticipated.
LOURES
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