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I sold my soul to devil,For many-many gold.
How I drew up the contract?
He asked me and I sold.
Whether I became better?
Or maybe became worse?
Although, it doesn't matter -
I became rich, because.
I don't feel any panges,
But question now I got -
If I don't feel a changes,
I had soul or had not?
Poetry by Black Knight
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Written on 2005-10-25 at 13:07




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