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WHERE KISSES ARE TAMING THE BEARS
Under the wings of a butterfly, in between the salt pan and a brave skydiving seagull. In the hug of the rose leaves, where kisses are taming the bears, on mother nature's famous last pillow! I found you, my only and final, my precious personal willow. Oh, my dear, please, burry me here! Under the wings of a butterfly, in the tender deep shadow, Me, the breath on the moss, of the sweet memory meadow. Take me, me your favorite boy! Take me to the cradle of joy! Oh, my dear, please, burry me here! The open grave speech : My grave's to be visited weekly by the curious scouts and by the dull prophets of the everyday's habit. Dear Destiny, they are too clumsy any heaven to handle, so I beg you to rather think about how to make eternity bearable. And if you ever remember me, the king of the ever lasting good old love soldiers, do it by a longer and a bigger white candle, if you please! Thank you! Oh, my dear, please, burry me here! |
