The world, six hours
A day's work to sleep
A family to take to the fruit
Abundance, health, and love
Russia falling down around my ears
Middle East the soup so dark
It's you, evil and murder and fight
In my life every night
The grip so tight and so tight
Like ord na mo dorn
The moon was so bright
And promised us something like this
We were like sailing ships
On the young yellow sea of u200bu200bthe heart
About the meeting of the children of the world and their families
Without voice or laughter, God, or food
Where did the stars come from, I said
Where did the sun come from
We so wounded under these moons
A heartbroken soul beyond my own hell
But you are the inspiration of the years
With a cyberness beyond my need
As cold as snow every winter
The love song of my guilty pleasure
Oh, let this be the love
That I left attached to you in the drasda
What would have happened
From the pocket of one spring night

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