You dreamt a dream so beautyfull and yet it was not to be
I try to cry tonight
so mouch suffering and for what
I would have loved to lunch with you everyday
i remember when you were happyest
but we loved you the real you
you only new a chemical perfect bliss
and yet you deprived yourself
of the brilliant sun
So soon it rains
The sun eclipsed, and you cloud are like dew, like rain
not sun, burn endlessly like my rage which i scrible here
i wanted to suport union not separation
clouds rivers meadows and sun
the theatre
A dignifieed apoteosis
worthy of the gardens of babylon
with the wisdom of fields of wheat
and excesssive caressing
sating
relating
skating sensation of a ray of starr
silable of serenade
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