wood
the tree's still like to wake the drumming summer.
the river storming the painful bird shot
the distance far and run.
I sail a storm in the head of a shower but the green overtakes my pride and I see too many colours in mens eyes
too many veins in their hands delicately drunk in the heat of the days work
Across the tide falls
Played the kittens like children and places like this
will always exist
and places like this still exist.
a little wine spilt on this.
and places like this will still exist...
ba dum ba du dum ba du
dum dum
escapisim is a funny art.
fair and full and free.
strings between fingers
strength beneath toes.
the circus is calling me in the notes
the clown of the body
circus fruit
pirates
brittle
and in the wains
rooted.
heart.
Strokes me through
Nothing restricts my love I see too many heart founded fables
tales
old and streaming
through the green and blue ocean
the blue ocean
rises and pangs sway
waltz's
devours and
then free's
Europe from its slavery
free's my heart
my slavery
call art form
the haunt from the wrists of many sky
hipped men with colours
golden and brown an
yellow and black
blonde hairs
this fairs through
Kissing my brow
brew
brew
brew
Eye's up and
sweetly sighing
the green wood in
haartenberg
bounce bounce my little
girl bounce alive
the living swirl
bounce bounce my little girl
the accordion will still pain play
the sun still heat.
and fall
my heart still
beat even if I am 905
this heart healed and it feels
so good.
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