If you can't cope with the answers don't bother to
Do not leave. Leave me weak. Do not leave me
Here where the dead mourn for the living
We eat cannibals
Lying here in this flower meadow
Feeling free
Hovering on a cloud
Worries
This penetrating pain
arousing from its sleep
This pallid flesh hiding
in shades
How I'd love to experience a heartquake
But oh so afraid
These tears of sadness
Falling with the grace of autumn leaves
I
My whispering poems My treasures My arch images My treasures
So you took him moonward from the cellar. Put him
I am the Ignoramus But he believes he is concealed
[instrumental]
You know you should lay your ghosts, but you've become
Some time ago
And for a period of time
I lived on
Peek through the hole
And enjoy the lizard dance
Come see the
In the shade, in the cold, a grey pastry, a
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