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Words

A sorcerer's dream will flow in a glass mist,
Mirrors sparkle in molten candles,
Our halftone light was warm to the last,
And you went somewhere, went at dusk.



Words, words, words - like the truth of moisture.
Words, words, words - shots to the star.
And the candle is still alive - forgive me for God's sake,
And the candle is still alive, I'll burn out soon.



Under your window the bell will not ring,

Do not confuse the traces of my ever-hurried step,
Completion as the world - beautiful and salty -

Like the dust of my thoughts, like the dust of my thoughts.



Come up with a story about tenderness and summer,

Where the grass is swept, and two cornflowers in it.

Scattered pills will roll into the century

Words, words, words are sad and funny.