You're breath means leave takingcause the cancer is marching*
My bird dies with lost wingsWounds will heal, but the scares will remain
In this hut where the childhood lives are thetales of the moist future eyes
Your warm whispers in water drops count thesymbols for the blue times
Proud walks our landlordwith his magpie in our yardWhat will become of him
Mother's tales let his evil symbols rain
In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes
Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times
Lamps break the chill of this nightIn nooks of my sight
Calm in the smell of your clothes
Your shoes have no more walk with you
Burn,hut, burn forever!
Pearls for magpies and love to ashes!
In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes
Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times
Future is the multiface
Future is the short gold trace,the coincidence-machineand the all-answer screen
Depressive Age Hut

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