The Last Marathon
The last mile When the road is long and rough You begin to grow tired and weary Beware lest you let your guard down Bitterness
The last mile When the road is long and rough You begin to grow tired and weary Beware lest you let your guard down Bitterness
Alerte… Méfiez-vous Entourant notre coeur Ravageant notre liberté précieuse Trafiquant avec notre esprit Usurpant notre volonté Méfiez-vous Effrayant …
Beware… Inching slowly Towards our heart Tampering with our feelings Emptying our life of joy Raising havoc with our thoughts Negating our precious freedom Entering
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