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There is a blanket covering this world,
and darkness night sleeping over pillow of clouds.
Sphers of melodies come from everywhere ,
Dropping stars over dismissed wishes.
High hills compose the music from the earth,
& Wheatfield touched by the wind fed all dreams.
There are invisible muscles caring this world,
And an abstract mind building our starling fate.
Over the head one carpet full of stars and mysteries,
and why am I so alone on this road of darkness ?
At this moment the mountains sleeping over night,
Sparks and thoughts dancing around a magic field.
So far from my home, and so far from my darling.
Atualizado em: Qui 26 Nov 2009