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‎Monday, ‎March ‎09, ‎2015

My broken memory in so called philosophy
Such foul mouth now in someone history
This love or that, turned like a prophecy
But tell me whose the victim, oh experts
With the words or the predicted deaf ones
Here the blame comes always in my name
Well, then I must be your favourite villain
Isn’t it obvious my role is not in your fairy tales.

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