A vast field of daisies,
Or an auditorium of The Deaf,
Who can see one point
Where expression makes any sense at all
Spread out your leaves,
Lend me your ears,
A mute has no such right
And to bear alone, is such right
Undeserving.
Listen, dont listen...
Back and forth
In search of Red,
Of Blood,
Of Life.
Endless purity,
Take me by hand, no...
By my vein.
There's no one on soil can i find common mind, or passion.
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