Black Canvas
I will recognize you. Don't feel afraid, I am just unknown to you.
A breeze during a storm, a wave in a hurricane. I'm just unseen and unheard.
Lost
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
But the Roses are wilted,
The violets are dead,
The sugar bowls empty,
And so is your head.
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There is no need to carry me to another prison. My life is already ebbing away. I suggest that you nail me to a cross and burn me alive. My flaming body will be a torch to light my people on their path to freedom.
— Gavrilo Princip.
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