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Mar 1
I was standing tall
with my head held high,
had no shame, no guilt,
no fear in my heart.

Bullets she produced
I caught in my teeth,
laughing in her face,
it's her who was weak.

But this day has come,
I've lost all my strenght,
all my bragging's gone
all my confidence.

I did try my best
to stay strong, defend
my egoism, pride
and my selfishness.

I've burnt all white flags
she has sent my way,
now the same white flags
I am waving her.

For this day has come,
she has found the way
to win, make me fall,
oh, have come this day!

All my castles - sand
turned out to build them,
walls around me, hah!
she be-rubbled them.

No escape for me,
no caves, hide-aways,
she is coming and
now I'm all but hers.
Peter B
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Peter B  35/M/London
(35/M/London)   
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