She was crying in my soul-like soul of starry clouds, the smile in tears is a bitter taste of light manners and emotional pain of happiness. Who am I, What am I, How can I come to you in the eternal embrace of freedom. It's too late to see the seed in the light of the valley - the lines have disappeared from a color meeting - You touched the bed of magical dreams with a glance.
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Into the Falconry nest - the hope was first run through the bottles of collected storms. I sown the water down the wind - in the long years they finished their celebrations of glory - the gourd burst into 100 pieces of a second - the kisses replaced the rain through the fire of the cut wood.
- If I swore to my God, I would throw a coin deep into the knowledge of the cloud, the arrow was swimming with the music of the heavens. Red liquid showed the way of the twisted truth while silence followed my trail - The earth's ball in the atlas of the star is very small - below my legs.
Content headlines bring a new creative riot in the fullness of the mountain song. Tears fell from the stars - I cried with you, I read the Sanskrit letter of my karma. I never said mysticism and trusted goodbye, milk was cleaning your face in the smile of a diamond.
