Sound of rusted wings


Awesome roads, cleared paths,
dream your own, until Bright's,
No one care, no one fare,
but it still there; Try to catch.

Bring it home, bring it now,
grains on land , make no sound,
Demons sly; cried till flow,
search for peace, all around.

Criticize by up home town,
spear in shade ,is also wild,
Grenades end, or Tsar may down;
seek for peace, like starving child.

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