Whenever run down
I'm calling you, my friend
to keep me strong enough
to overcome my pain

Whenever put down
I think of you, my friend
I need your hand of help
Your tender sense to feel

22.03.2010

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Play is a way,
Hell is to stay
Paradise is to fly
'tis so, but why.
It may be death
It may be life
Upon the whole
No surprise. ( wanna more? )