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One, two Freddy's coming for you...
Three, four better lock your door...
Five, six grab a crucifix...
Seven, eight better stay up late...
Nine, ten never sleep again...

Now I lay me down to sleep,
The master of dreams my soul to keep,
in the reflection of his eyes,
evil will see itself and it shall die...

"When deep sleep falleth on men,
fear came upon me, and trembling,
which made all my bones to shake."

WRA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA...

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the lord my soul to keep,
and if I die before I wake,
I pray the lord my soul to take.

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srijeda, 27.12.2006.

Nije vazno odakle sam
sve dok znades kuda putujem
deralo me sedam mora
gorka kora ljute nevolje

To sto brodi ne mogu da prevale
covjek umije
meni se, duso, od tebe ne rastaje

Tamo gde se vali lome
ostavljaju prostor otvoren
ispada se vrlo lako
no se zato tesko uspinje

Moj se napor odbija od stijene
hridi kamene
meni se, duso, od tebe ne rastaje

I wouldnýt have believe it
you move me to poetry you do
speaking freely anyone who studies us
from various points of view

We'll find that we resemble mildew
in everything we do
sorry, baby, itýs the way
how you treat me, too



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