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Lullaby
They say I’m just little child
and I can’t possibly understand
that I’m young and that I’m silly
but long ago I discovered
what they will never have to know:
what's hunger and what's poverty
what's fear and what's darkness
through sand and dust
I walk quite alone
they say they try to protect me
change the colour of my future
but I don’t care any more
if something happens it had to happen
hope faded away centuries ago
and feelings followed it the next day
they say what terrible words
from someone still so young
I say terrible
is hunger
weapons and war three times more
they never saw anything
and now they want to lecture me
teach me love and happiness
and how to forgive
to become a valid member
of our great society
– suddenly I’m their son! and brother! –
but I simply can’t forget
but I simply can't forgive
... and I cannot love, no more ...
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"Dear me, dear me," say I. "These are not the times to be writing books, Don Eligio, even fool books like mine. Of literature I must begin to say what I have said of everything else: 'Curses on Copernicus!'"
Late Mattia Pascal
Last edited by Ryankia; 14-12-2007 at 05:30 AM.
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