Talking about me went timidly,
In the kitchen we were talking,
Let it pass after the supper,
Then tell me a fable to eat and enjoy.
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Caught in the dreams a man wades
Through the sands of time that climbs
And climbs forever like the clocks of dying.
Shadows feel misery as they are tools,
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My feet are like disks grinding in their homes,
The sleep of their soles is so respectful,
One of the giants in the sky hates us,
For we are larger as webbed men.
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When the zoo of souls corrupts the youth
With entered burns that radiate light,
A foul bark has come with plague and gun,
A barking sound justly connects with force.
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The comedy is the hobby,
Wool guides us in clothes
To be the chair of worry.
On eating berries, a careful man
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It is the most gratifying brother who asks for help,
For which the ceilings of the sky
And the remnants of the ground and earth
Lie hidden forever this way.
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And now as darkness rose from the mildness of the day,
The daughter of Joy exclaimed a meaningful play of words;
It was forbidden to play at houses, for it was time for war,
Time reared itself up towards the collar, escaping with howls.
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I must be in your hands,
For my heart does contain a lot of misery;
And love lasts a lot if you
Tread in the shoes of a lover who cares.
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I sold my soul to the wind
When it blew too loud and narrow,
Like the innocent howling of an infinite
Day that coincided with its night-time.
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My life has turned upside down,
Storms have orchestrated my demise;
For their speedy directions the storms
Sort out problems for other natures,
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