Across the lines
On the cities careless lips
It is my time
To sense the times
Drink classroom milk
Smell the spirit of shopping streets
Live sixth day paradise

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Blew out the candlelight
Brought the night to my house
I invited it inside
Let it conquer my mirror
Read my books and laughed
In a locked room I kept my child


frost

Center my powers to release
All the days gone wrong
Rip them out from my memory
Like pictures from a book

I picked flowers between the rails
Didn't hear the t

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One thousand ploughs my heart
Grind on my spine
Fields of flowers sun embraced
Broken by the driven mass

Smiling faces, laughing child
No suffering from your

air

High above I seek my peace
Spread my wings to reach my aim
But I can not soar in this fog
Just because of your selfish needs...

Beneath the surface I live in silenc

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winteryear

A winteryear, five years before the future
Just after the end of history
There's a headless vulcano
Couloring the sidewalk
Its smile is cut off
The sewer drinks its