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And the eye of the wind stretches its wings
Where should it fly along with a child? The willow stares in the middle of that forest of which leaves are turning yellow, before blue. Unknown alters its existence as fast as a shadows burning flight. Above the silence these hearts chant Wheres the moons line if not inside a cloud? Turning from black to white and thus explains itself. What are you looking for bittersweet imagination? Are you missing a wing, a song, the air to conquer? Should they swallow their pride and utter about an uncanny fellowship? Is it too hard to breathe among careless feelings? I think I do know where the highest star lays. Should I give forward the secret? Where hide it if its unsafe for them to let its mystery glow? Forgive my persistence, but arent you the time who steals fright and illusions deep, close, yet far away? I was told it was true! Had I not felt the sun I would have not smiled are you real? Forgive my persistence, but this red room has imprisoned my thoughts, fears and should I escape? Do I even want to? On the edge, in the middle. Yes I am! Are you? Should we? Can they? What next? and most important where to? Encrypted map to a perfectly perceived thought Tuesday, 30 October 2007 12:58:23
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