Casablanca ["Blazing stood on the deck boy"] FERISHIA HEMANZU (1793-1835) The boy stood on the burning deck. However, all of the dead; Battle of the wreckage torch but ye peyote Jacaranda round record of his death. However, the bright and beautiful, he's standing I was born to rule the world, a storm; Blood creature is a hero The cause of the same children, however, proud. Fireworks - is not to criticize the move His father is not in words; Swoon under his father's death His voice is not heard. He called loudly - 'the father said, However, if my work is complete? ' He is the leader and did not know My son unconscious. 'Talk, and my father! ] He cried again, 'And so I went out after' However, the reaction to the sound of shots And Rolling fire quickly. He welcomed a baby's head, And that waving, After death, watching colours Still brave despair. And the death in a loud voice, and again, 'Father! I survive? ' During his jacaranda quickly, and sail through the Veil, How to submit a fishing reel to create a fire. They are overwhelmed by the splendour of wild boat, Egypt grabbed the flag rising, And the flow through the children's kindness INZA SUKAI and banner ads. It's just that you have - Slim road The boy - oh! Where were you? I ask around the Wind Debris scattered with sea! -- Mast, the leader of fairness and pennon In addition, part of his continuing -- Noble died there, but it He worked as a real heart.
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