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Monday, May 10, 2004



    برای بدن چسبناک و پشه خورده ای که دیشب بیهوش شد


    On the day the wall came down
    They threw the locks onto the ground
    And with glasses high we raised a cry for freedom had arrived

    On the day the wall came down
    The ship of fools had finally run aground
    Promises lit up the night like paper doves in flight

    I dreamed you had left my side
    No warmth, not even pride remained
    And even though you needed me
    It was clear that I could not do a thing for you

    New life devolves day by day
    As friends and neighbours turn away
    And there's a change that, even with regret, cannot be undone

    Now frontiers shift like desert sands
    While nations wash their bloodied hands
    Of loyalty, of history, in shades of grey

    I woke to the sound of drums
    The music played, the morning sun streamed in
    I turned and I looked at you
    And all but the bitter residue slipped away...slipped away


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