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• Artiste: Fish in a Birdcage
• Titre: Rule #43 - Chosen
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
No, don't just trust the words that I say Because I'm not a prophet and I'm not a saint See, I'm out living one hell of a life Digging these trenches that I call mine I can see you've been digging yours too From the scars on your hands, and those broken old boots But look in your eyes, I know we're the same That's why you and I both haven't caved Now that we're broken, we have been chosen Living our guidance, being the change Mining in dark pits made us resilient Forged understanding for who remain No, don't just trust these talеs that I spin For I'm not your hero, nor the villain I've been out wandеring for how I will spend The last of my years that I've been gifted All I can hope is the dents that we've made Are recalled with reverence for the lives that we've changed For those we have blessed, and those we have wronged A drink to the karma of where we belong Though we've been broken, we have been chosen Living our guidance, being the change Mining in dark pits made us resilient Forged understanding for who remain