The joyful celebration of winning a war is always stained with the smell of death..
Life is hard, life is bitter, none would object..
Regret. And be frowned upon!
"The Road Not Taken" rings the inner ear..
Life is hard, life is bitter, none would object..
Regret. And be frowned upon!
"The Road Not Taken" rings the inner ear..
Behind you bent the leaves from your tired knees..
A small proof of nature, whispering "once you were alive"..
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