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Another world

A round the moon, I wrote your name...

A round the moon, I saw your smile...

A round the moon, I draw your eyes...

I ask all of the stars to protect your heart, because I need it..

I want to build for you house of the clowds..

And I want to make for you a way of flowers.

But do you want to sleep?!!

This is my role...

I want to make for you bed from flowers on the river.

Do you want to talk?!!

You know that I like the melodies, and because of that I want to play piano for your talking to me.

Do you want to cry?!!!

I hope that the flowers become flowers of gold, by your tears.

Finally...I want to take you to my life on dish from silver.

And I ask you to read my poems on my grave..



And what ever you want?....


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