In the fields I hunt my meals
In the rain I hide my pain
In the sky I cast my eye
In the sea I look for she
Sunday, May 29, 2011
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In the dark I bound and run
In the light they shoot with guns
The children think it's all good fun
The elders think that they have won
In the light they shoot with guns
The children think it's all good fun
The elders think that they have won
Saturday, May 28, 2011
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