sir, 'ovlove
they do steal light
from pockets of mirrors
and shoot the moon
...
a darling of me
came with tears in eyes
white tears as snow
o baby i said
...
who can awaken the sun
and make the breakfast
for it's many rays
and tell it's light tears
...
i sang for you
how honest i sang
i sang till i did fall down
like a wounded, wild bird
...
it may be right,
to bleed
it may be great,
praiseworthy,
...
America, , ..
oh wild lady, , ..
called America, , , ,
I, me are two halves..
...
be function of love!
when love is one..
you must be four,
when love is two..
...
why is repin
painting monet
why is not repin
painting repin
...
myself tortures my! ! ! ? ............
my heart hurts my heart............
and i me burns! ! ! ? ............
o canada that lady............
...
in the moon
i buried my comrades
coming to earth
to see a love revolution
...