Sometimes the world spin
and in the sky the moon shines in Siam.
Then the alley fast dancing,
and street raindrops song
falls in love. I swear by the stone,
and the collection that I did not
never be the old back wind.
Come clean winds
air, when it is too
gray, and depression.
I'm not due for you
your sleeve, I feel tomorrow
burning flesh.
Nostalgia is sometimes in,
then out.
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