Dec 18, 2006 14:40
A man with very sad eyes
Was walking down the street.
No tears, no pain- just ice,
The spring with frozen heart beat.
the love, bartered for ramp
The dignity crusified,
the Dream, half-drown in the swamp,
Sincerety for the lie.
The Hell for the Paradise.
The virtue is cheaply sold.
The man with very sad eyes
Has gone away from this world.
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