In life you are the rarest among roses
Whom the sun beams in brilliant poses
I don’t need to conquer distant lands
As long that I hold your gentle hands
I don’t mind to bury my hands in the mud
I’m happy to see you blossom from a bud
I always abhor working from town to town
But I don’t mind being your silly clown
Eternity and fame has lost its taste for me
Nor worrying things that I don’t even see
For me you are heaven and my salvation
Let death worry the end and damnation
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In my Home / Saturday
3:40 pm / 4 October 2014
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