When comes a nap,
When comes a rest,
Countless seeds on the soil,
Amidst my spirit and soul I toil,
Insatiable hell taking more breath,
More tears for Oliver's earth.
Even when night slumber me away,
I realized am still awake,
Still sowing in a blue space.
When comes a nap,
When comes a rest,
When this whirlwind,
Still abides in my chest?
My mind,
Always at war with my skull
And this, hurts me deep,
When I have some books to read.
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My mind, Always at war with my skull And this, hurts me deep, When I have some books to read. FFFFFFFFFFFFFFine!