Your horizon went
never down
you player
with the luck
the worlds
you found
for us
the melancholy
came back
- my Captain
on the trip
the distant
horizon waits
I saw the clown
within
with pleasure great
- the seriousness
within you lives
now become
your hunt
you already have
to move
since thrown
to soon
our land
- depression
has its names
your club
already waits
- however, we play
not further
but in a doubt
we already are
afraid
- more as a
beloved Clown
you move now on
away, up to a
new Horizon
who already waits
- you cross
the rubicon
remember
what you say.
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Floy Dy Ra,08/12/2014
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