What if the gunpowder does not smell like a flower
And the lamp does not glow like a fire fly
You are with a burden on your head
What if you can't hear the war planes pass you by.

You are shot on the head, your burden falls on the lane
The street children never hear you crying
You lie asleep as though nothing has happened to sigh.

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Elsewhere I look for her
As the little girl hides in rustling leaves
The jungle of sunshine swelling
In her breezy shadows across the long wind
Whipping past my deepening eyes
As I look for her in the deep woods of slumbering moments
Elsewhere the groaning sky sheds its mannequin colours
She bends her little knees in praying rains

And I pry into the praying rains
To look for the little girl into the woods of the jungle
As she comes close to my lengthening moments
I bequeath chasing my last carnal sin to humbly beseech her
I grab the blessing of the never witnessing God into the forenight
And she leaps into the melting blue of the splitting sky
As I look for the surreal surprise elsewhere in the deep jungle of sunshine.

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Spangles of silence shouting in the rain
A walking shadow hiding in spectre of a feared face
The rear window in the beguiling sorm is widely shut for ever
All seem to be appealing blue in mysic disguise.

The wreath of melancholy blooming and blushing as ever
Appearing in a heavenly blasphemy to gaher in smoking smoke
The withered flowers roar as blissfully far from the heaven as never.

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You come once and go forever
But I never come to you to say you good bye
I will come once when you fall on the river
The birds will close their wings after a day's fly.

Time never kisses you, you never cry
Time never misses you as though you never cry
I will come once to you to say you a long good bye.

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I will draw a face of life
Give me a shade of your blood to paint it in gray
The whole life is a rattling of bones and skulls
I will walk by its shadow in veil of your wandering self.

Take my life for a deathlessly deep uncertain time
I will cover myself in guise of a face of life
When the time will come I will open my heart in whispering soul.

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Moments before I died for you
You came to bear the pall of my darkness
With a love of gala rose in your hand
You fell over the moon and asked me for forgiveness

And I got up to kiss the dust of the moon
You closed the petals of the bud
As it became all too dark for you all too soon.

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