By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2004 Jul 26
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Little mistakes change our fate,
little mistakes help grow the hate..
Years come and years go,
And yet still roses of hope grow..
A dark shadow flies along,
A free bird sings a song..
A sad note it keeps behind,
A twisted story that puzzles the mind..
Darkness comes and hides the sun,
Angery hearts spoil the fun..
We're all but players in this game,
Lose we will and die in shame.

Thursday 19-11-2003