His hair blown bits by bitsAnd got a ball like bald over his head,Her hair growing greyish bits by bitsAnd getting old by ages in her exilic years,But faith has bounded them both,And dreaming of democracy under the dragon’s claw. His imagination is wide and vastAnd it could last for long,Her hope is high and […]
Dreaming Democracy! — Silent Songs of Sonsnow
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