I remember those days and nights,
when i was in my flights.
Dreams i saw there,
thought was just and fair.
But when i dropped to reality,
saw it was a disastrous affair,
which spoiled my land,
with the questions of several hand.
Rest is history,
but still is mystery.
It was bad luck,
but y only that flower i pluck.
when i was in my flights.
Dreams i saw there,
thought was just and fair.
But when i dropped to reality,
saw it was a disastrous affair,
which spoiled my land,
with the questions of several hand.
Rest is history,
but still is mystery.
It was bad luck,
but y only that flower i pluck.
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