Dan Uriel

Are you cold? Well tell me, can you believe
Who lives heated in five rooms
Its walls have snowy landscapes
Naked women set apple trees
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oh the man is finally race
It reaches a sad plane watery
and looks away thoughtfully and cleverly
but never reached hope
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I read the letter
how the lines cry of secret
tear my heart on my corpse
and yet, still jubilant letter
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Oh wailing, sad voices, I wrote the books
And now that I'm driving the lid on you
I can't believe I cried so much
That so much sweet, drunken boo was fermented in me
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the old couch wallow in the sun
brought with it the scent of forests
and everyonejoy still not left
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I sing the spring, the light,
a budding young green hope
my sigh of love is my heart
every year I go day and night
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the deep, who lives in that love, and fires
what fire, what kind of drawn swords
see this happy I am, if I think about it
the stubborn drug in the world who love
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How can I tell
what it means to me
that if I feel
overprotective
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high creed of non-desire
but it allowed any other
even if we wanted to, so do not try
with all pride, we cover the ground
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I
I asked, standing next to you
how the moon would become a fiery decline
the love of woman standing next to a living
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where is the light
the one from which I knew
once has been my
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you give me the flowers
with Aryan hair and fragrance
the flowers in the flower of faith
why I can not buy happiness
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when everything will pass away
not even sad or beautiful
then I used to hate the past
but the preaching lifted my heart
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hiker sobbing fierce loyalty
but to say that just playing with me
when approaching existence I`m
Oh, call your lap, tears simplicity
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morning light starts landscape
drawing charm-filled slumber
and began to flow like a river
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as condensing leaden sky full
Smoke rises above the bleak landscape
my soul you soft fantasy harsh reality
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ancient rhythms face in soft waves
I'll just take a nice, little girl grace
as an unknown, distant water wave
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the broken chair is to collect
and credit for not giving a fruit
where and who are you alive
where and what to mature their fate
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dear weight fell on me in my life I was a late blessing
and the world in my eyes, smiles and shakes
many happy attractions to resume all-everything
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I walk among blossoming trees
already in summer
my heart is as imminent
and severe happy to sing
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