The black and the white , The red and the blue.
The cookoo sleeps, has no pride?
The dog in the street, The dark clouds!
The orange horizon, the fallen shack.
Mother, the birds are calling me.
Pa,the wind is dieing, the ocean is gone!
Just a dream,Just a dream.
Just a dream?Are you lost looking for the sign?
Then the worlds,they all collide
The ghost in the head. The peace in the heart.
The coffee and the poetry
Ah! the symphonies of a dieing storm.
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