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I dreamed of you by the water
A world separated by walls and something warm to comfort wounds And me so little and lousy as I am I cannot rememeber how your eyes looked like if they starred in emptiness or if they simply slipped the night into black rivers like giant engines in which silence falls wagons along the poppy flowers field over it rain falls night after night and now flowers are getting dark and fade away I dreamed of you by the water your body was a fountain near which I stopped from time to time. My hair fell over my shoulders, You said it would be nice to cut it at least if it rained the sky would not get sad I learned of words` weight among books and tears. You saw me grew up and when I looked the other way you put rocks in my backbag LOVE all we have left after we grow up and die torn apart by walls and something warm to fill our wounds.
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