...
fly away on the rocky floor
i watch you move, like you do.
in my head - only silly thoughts
and you climb inside, and you get caught.
will the rain pour? will the rain pour and wash it all away?
hand me signs, sing me inspirations.
let me make up my own mind, if you don't mind.
it's a silly game, when it hasn't any rules
and when all things are lost, i play the fool.
will the rain pour?
will the rain pour and wash it all away?

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