What hurts most was not blows from foes or struggles
It was seeking relief from the endless, with my globes
It was biting off more than I could chew, while scared
It was being mighty when I couldn’t endure the aftermaths
What tortures most was not appearing impeccable in their eyes
It was the absence of allies against the gruesome adversaries
Eve dönmez bir akşam;
Ve gün yüzlü çocuğu,
Sorar: Nerede babam?
Bakarlar, oldu, bitti;
Gelir, derler çocuğa,
Devamını Oku
Ve gün yüzlü çocuğu,
Sorar: Nerede babam?
Bakarlar, oldu, bitti;
Gelir, derler çocuğa,




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