Originally I had thought of as part of the text to the antinomies. I found myself sifting folder in the mythical "GROUP" of my PC (a Pandora's box and heavy Gigabyte Gigabyte, it is said that inside there are our records of 1947, after several rubateci from Genesis to compose their achievements during a mystical crisis). I do not know if we'll use it, and thus the post here, so it can not hurt ...
fresh flower in my mind
Thou be praised, and you can grow
Dream trails of silk
But inside I still feel
The smell of hate between the petals
sweet hatred of the past
Velo dew on terror
The light runs just to get away Now tell me
Fresh flower of my mind that you only
tears
collections and keep them in my hourglass
Whisper goodbye Securities
Bye Bye Bombay
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