World is sleeping with lots of dreems
I'm sleeping, too, without any.
World is delirious of us, we are his
We're all together, each by himself.
My dream is bloody haze
Oh no, not blood yet,
But the dreems you had to taste
That you forget
This clouds of my mind
Painting of unreal fates.
This is my night
I painted it
By all the colors
Without any count.
Yep, but the dreem is over
And so I'm laying
Suffering from the cold
Wrap myself up with the rest of unreable.
The Haze
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