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[6. Jan 2009|02:54] |
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Where is the night so warm and so strange
That no one is afraid of themselves
Pick, pick up, dig, dig out those weeds
Out of your happy-go-lucky fields of such polluted thinking
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gribu mācēt šitā nodziedāt
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