Duncan Dhu
Miscellaneous
Somewhere
Somewhere in a great country
They forgot to build
A home where the sun does not burn
And at birth it does not you have to die.
And in the shadows geniuses die without knowing
Of their magic, granted, without asking for it,
A long time before being born
There is no path that leads here
br/>And then try to go out
With the fire of the evening
The grass burns.
A whistle crosses the town and you see
A horseman, who leaves, with the wind ,
While he shouts that he is not going to return.
And the earth here is a different color
The dust does not let you see
Men no longer know if they are
But they want to believe it
The mothers, who no longer know how to cry,
They see their children leaving
Sadness has no place here
When the sad thing is to live.

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