The Truth Is... Poem by ion untaru

The Truth Is...



Sweet word with poison of asp
keep you far away of every grasp

Run, run, move, move
and you will die healthy!

One, two, three, more
I don't say anymore

Nothing at all, nothing at all
the truth is always very tall

(translated from romanian)

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Village Finta, Dambovitza
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