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perjantai 23. toukokuuta 2014

Memories of protection




Memories of the swamp, longing to dip into 
the life of the echoes can not. 
Jenkins bird to fly their journey, 
so our journey is the way to go. 

Arch bridge built of love for us, 
I did it too flattering increments. 
Today I planted a rose grafts 
memories of yesteryear. 

My Memories With more and more in this fight. 
So cut the chains at some time in the jungle 
memories of each other, in memoriam 
the night of the altar of incense scents 
at night we encountered. 

I'm not afraid of yesterday, it is no longer 
our sorrow, but the road will take you tomorrow. 
I can create the illusion of my words, 
as sinking vessels, 
or magic dust for tomorrow 
love the arch bridge that. 

I never give up a fight in the middle of 
faceless people. 
I fall asleep when too much time to get hurt. 
Utopia is in the hands of the writer, 
it paves the way for us tomorrow. 

My Memories With more and more in this fight. 
So cut the chains at some time in the jungle 
memories of each other, in memoriam 
the night of the altar of incense scents 
at night we encountered.

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