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2004-05-31 23:41:42 ET Tomb flowers will bloom With new tales of random serenity And the fabric of dreams Will always exist. Like a soul in action From the kingdom Of the white on white idols Here dreaming in new gowns. You'll hear the riddle of prayers calling In the lurking lipstick scenes And a young man held to a flexible God And pretty girls who scream. The lost and found Will lay with their still love And lift your echoing heart In a private paradise of dreams And an air that falls apart. what are you doing ?? |
