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   Dana utorak, 5. rujna 2023. u 03:36:11 UTC korisnik geraldkrug napisao je:   
   > The Killing Moon   
   > Song by Echo & the Bunnymen   
   >   
   > Under blue moon, I saw you   
   > So soon you'll take me   
   > Up in your arms, too late to beg you   
   > Or cancel it, though I know it must be   
   > The killing time   
   > Unwillingly mine   
   > Fate   
   > Up against your will   
   > Through the thick and thin   
   > He will wait until   
   > You give yourself to him   
   > In starlit nights, I saw you   
   > So cruelly, you kissed me   
   > Your lips, a magic world   
   > Your sky, all hung with jewels   
   > The killing moon   
   > Will come too soon   
   > Fate   
   > Up against your will   
   > Through the thick and thin   
   > He will wait until   
   > You give yourself to him   
   > Under blue moon, I saw you   
   > So soon you'll take me   
   > Up in your arms, too late to beg you   
   > Or cancel it, though I know it must be   
   > The killing time   
   > Unwillingly mine   
   > Fate   
   > Up against your will   
   > Through the thick and thin   
   > He will wait until   
   > You give yourself to him   
   > Fate   
   > Up against your will   
   > Through the thick and thin   
   > He will wait until   
   > You give yourself to him   
   > You give yourself to him   
   > La   
   > La, la, la, la   
   > La, la, la, la   
   > La, la, la, la   
   > La, la, la, la, la, la   
   > Fate   
   > Up against your will   
   > Through the thick and thin   
   > He will wait until   
   > You give yourself to him   
   > You give yourself to him   
   > La, la   
   > La, la, la, la, la, la, la   
   > La, la, la, la, la, la, la   
   > La, la, la, la   
   > La, la, la, la, la, la   
   > Fate   
   > Up against your will   
   > Through the thick and thin   
   > He will wait until   
   > You give yourself to him   
   > Fate   
   > Up against your will   
   > Through the thick and thin   
   > He will wait until   
   > You give yourself to him   
   > La, la, la, la   
   > La, la, la, la   
   I don't doubt that if you wait long enough, a lazy hen can find a grain of   
   gold, but real gold is no longer in rivers, but up in orbit.   
   Because if the cretinous elites, both from your side and mine, turn cities   
   into dust, and they can do it at any moment, then humanity is no longer a part   
   of nature but an orbital biosphere.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)