Tell me why I had to be a powerslave
I don't wanna die, I'm a god, why can't I live on?
When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid to waste.
And in my last hour,
I'm a slave to the power of death.
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal - Poetry
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Que gran disco!!!
ResponderEliminar"Day after day, day after day,
we stuck nor breath nor motion
as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean
Water, water everywhere and
all the boards did shrink
Water, water everywhere nor any drop to drink."
There calls the mariner
There comes a ship over the line
BUt how can she sail with no wind in her sails and no tide.
Yo los fuí a ver al foro sol :3
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