| My art is screaming to you |
| My art is screaming to you |
| The bright days of my youth (In honor of my father and mother) Looking back over my youth I see I was contented Without knowledge of death I was young then Now I am worried During the course of the day. (Oh sorrow!) [Alas and woe, oh.] The bright days of my youth Were full of hope The big road that was before us then Was what was destined to be. |
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| Help me with some points If you'll help me gather points I will give you a lama and a feature in my journal |
