Yuri aronov Poems

I'm one of those who came through sacred door
To build a life as sacred as the entrance
I see the distant and the recent past resemblance
Don't ask for more, my love, don't ask for more
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Oh...Foreign Land, Oh...Foreign Land
Your sky, your ocean, and your sand
Your mighty Island, reaching hand
And language, I don't understand
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I'll meet you in the shade of gray
Where certainty has pushed away
My wicked thoughts from my desire
To get in front the line of fire
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