

Default LectureWhile the lecture carries on And outdoor is falling snow I lay my head on wooden desk To see the dreams, that give me restDefault Lecture
A little bird is singing song It's final hope to get some warm I wonder what would be to me If I would also be so free
But then I fall in deepest dream And everything is turning green The land of joy, the land of piece Where all my troubles don't exist
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The one who is silent knows. The one who talks does not know.
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