It seemed so strange in here.
At first it seemed so strange in here
I feel the smile of a thousand eyes
Never alone for voices surround
Which beckon and call and sing to me true
They sing the whisperings in the air, and of the glassy hue
My hands can lie like paperweights on strong stead ground they grow and throb with pulsating life and time
which allows them to spread and rise so big
The perfect skin so miraculously fine
Let them gently take all that’s good and try to leave the past behind.
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