And when tears of joy
All fade away
And hope
Collides with forgotten dark alleys
Bound to Erpsville I remain
Blinded by tasteless records of time
Seeking love
Where love is a witch frog
That gobbles dreams
And spits bad omen
This town is my bottle
And she is my demise
My dream is one day
To get away to a far away place
And feel free once again.
(Excerpt from the novel: Erpsville)
Said Leghlid, 2003.
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