Every side court had its master
Unlike the other day
Hundreds cheers echoed fairly
Never before to be seen so nice
Plenty footprints applied the ground
Another time it looked so smooth
Silence became quite fragile
Like glass-made pot vulnerable
Choirs of the calling shouts
To leave all debts just for a while
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
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