in the world where down is up and up is a long way from here
air trambled - she twitched, woke up and lost a drop of tear
the morning coffee has been already cold
in a short time she became very old
I asked her but she could not say
when she mixed-up the way
I wanted to know what was the last thing she saved
so little blondie girl, please tell me FOR WHAT were you so brave?
she doesn't answer but instead of crying
she grit her teeth almost dying
and the red scarf around her life
will be the sharpest knife
in silence she set on fire her Empire
night-night, sleep tight..
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