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With tears that I cannot shed,

I weep for the things I once believed,

For the things I thought I had,

When my illsions shattered,

And with them all I stand on.

With nothing below me,

Must I not fall?

And where would I land?

 

In a place I do not fit,

With rules I cannot comprehend,

And a heart filled with sorrow,

Spilling to the ground,

That supports a foreign people,

Who do not see me,

Do I stay here?

Or find my escape

Edited by: HopperWolf at: 5/10/02 9:03:48 am

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