Activities of Dan Uriel

I sing the spring, the light,
a budding young green hope
my sigh of love is my heart
every year I go day and night
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I sing the spring, the light,
a budding young green hope
my sigh of love is my heart
every year I go day and night
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Sin is never disputed. I mean blood, fire. But my sin is something else, little one thing. Like a miser, his gold is gone, I seek this sin. I left a mother for her, although my heart is not hard

t is only from this sin that I know who hates who loves who can I punch in my neck if I have to and who is respected Here's how to list others: it is rich
poor. But five I don't give six: sin is only mine. And if I finally find it, sure it is worth neither boo nor torment
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The noise is fresh, stretched, I wash to the waist and the water I'll put it on my heart. It slips to me so faithfully, cleanly, Ring in the bowl, play music Like the breasts of dancing girls. Whose room is open, That's how the world runs into it And as a child to Dad When he got a new dress And you can also circle in it. I'm not going to bully anyone, We know each other well, And the taste of bread from my members, Milk, water, and kisses are all over the place. I'm going among the workers
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Blue, red, yellow, stained
I saw pictures in my dreams
and I felt this order -
an airborne specimen did not fail
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Alarming like the roaring sea
And just like endless snow
In the depths of his mask sad Death rushes
Oh, my coward gets my coward
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Oh embarrassing, square fun
My destruction in a minute
There are mixed deaths
Oh, bony purity of heaven
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Forced silence was the greatest
I kicked my heart - yell already
Even today my free soul leaves
forgetful and perhaps more beautiful songs
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Tired student looking for flowers
I'm so gray in past and today
And I want to live too little more
It's spring, I'm weary brown
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Streams in the willow, my home
Meadows of piles, the message from winds
Days who are rosy at dawn
You walk among the shadows of the seals
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