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She remembered the innocent people, The empty roads, the hopeless poor working men each day.
She remembered the hard working children, The dead animals lying on the road.
She remembered the crumbling houses, The spoiled food and the large sadness, That is spreading hundreds of miles with no end, no escape, no freedom, no hope.
Nonsense She remembered the mysterious forests, the long journey, the extremely dark cottage each day. She remembered stinky working people and the dead rabbits on the road. She remembered the furious farmers and frightened children and the cruel friends that suffered hundreds of miles with no hope – no happiness, no love, no escape. -BuG-
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The Lost Souls
by Niko Dianiška
She remembered the innocent people,
The empty roads, the hopeless poor working men each day.
She remembered the hard working children,
The dead animals lying on the road.
She remembered the crumbling houses,
The spoiled food and the large sadness,
That is spreading hundreds of miles with no end, no escape, no freedom, no hope.
Nonsense
She remembered the mysterious forests, the long journey, the extremely dark cottage each day. She remembered stinky working people and the dead rabbits on the road. She remembered the furious farmers and frightened children and the cruel friends that suffered hundreds of miles with no hope – no happiness, no love, no escape.
-BuG-
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