Gipsy nights
Wet dreams
Liquor fight
Brawl in the sand
Yes, I’d like to fight!
“This piece of land is mine”
The man says
“Mine, just mine!” he shouts
And the crowd waits in expectation
For the developments.
Everything is quit now
The thin breeze whispers slowly
As the night becomes day
Engulfing the dark
As it cleans the sky.
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Fight! Struggling with each step we give. Not when you win, but not always loses. The important thing is not quitting ...
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