My drum is hollow; there is no beat.
Only the winds of change blow against it,
in bitter mockery of the lush resonance
it will never achieve.
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
My drum is hollow; there is no beat.
Only the winds of change blow against it,
in bitter mockery of the lush resonance
it will never achieve.
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