Everything has its time and place,
For recreation and to work;
Any filling to taste
Water, sugar, salt and flour...
You should will protect themselves
By heart, by the call, by the soul ...
It is time to know this honor so well
We will return to the community all.
What sweet are not afraid
Unaware of the pain and fear
Drop the prejudices the way
In essence alas being;
You will know sorrow and joy
In accordance and at odds
Maybe girl or maybe boy.
Giving birth to the universe.
Everything has its place and time
For recreation and to work.
Maybe fell or maybe fly
In a single words of love.
Уильям Блейк и Игги Поп
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