Poezie
Elegy
1 min lectură·
Mediu
I want to die, and be reborn today;
To have a life, and friends whom worth to stay;
I\'m tired of being a small figure of clay,
To let the others with poor of mine\'s fate play...
I love to live, but not this puny way,
No longer want to be the bastards\'s favourite pray;
All I desire don\'t want to ask if I have may,
Tomorrow is the same, \'cause \'morrow \'s just next day...
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