The water of her eyes - no soul -
the blue and white - the Doll -
A Ghost in pool, I'm dreaming? No.
I'm falling, is my fault...
and swimming air - a shark of Death
in sweet home - or hole.
My house is growing shadow's Breath.
I'm dreaming or a float?
The dice of life is freezing lands
[my body is like a Wall] -
I break stones to take her hand.
She's sailing into the Hall
and jumping to another land,
where shadows swimming fast -
from the Beginning to the End:
what can do fishes best?
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The dice of life is freezing lands [my body is like a Wall] - I break stones to take her hand. She's sailing into the Hall beautiful indeed.