Classic is
When fire no longer sparks
When smoke ended in the vanishing sky
When ashes already mixed with the dust
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Everybody has feeling
But not every time they feel the same
One side feels it’s annoying
Other side feels it’s arrogant
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It craves air, it bloods life
It beats love, it breeds lust
Radiates hope, coagulates hate
Heart is the border of beauty and the beast
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Why should we do to not be caught by wind?
Run!
Running and keep moving so the wind can’t touch you
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When does actually man learn to trust?
Is it born just suddenly
Or grow secured on mother’s womb
Do hate, prejudice and disbelief
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Treasure
Is called treasure
Because someone see it as precious one
Feeling happiness because he have found it
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There is no ice that will never melt
Slowly, gradually
Though freeze to sleep forever
Or not be moved by emotion
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