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Suspends your dreams just on the beams of light
The way it never did, but does it so.
And now the helpless rain falls down - too quick
To strike you down just with its piercing fang,
To hurt you or to wet your broken wing,
Or hush the songs you hardly ever sang.
Keep On Walking
Well, don't make tragedies of trifles
and don't shoot butterflies with rifles!
Some people make the missiles fly -
But laughing it off. Well, do it, guy.
The world is bright behind a smile,
So you may cry for it awhile.
Bear the truth, believe a lie -
Life needs that shady symmetry.
See World at War, it weeps and starves,
The wounded spit on their scars...
Whatever brings the dark and hell,
Put on a suit that fits you well.
And keep on walking down the street
of blood, and tears, and love's defeat.
Let people prey and cry for peace,
but all you need's to keep a crease!
I could not say I have the edge on him -
Both crumpled waters, forced the underbrush,
Before we stopped at that dark landmark slim
and no more felt that motion in one's rush.
Both leaned at shaky walls beneath the floor,
And never dreamt of basements overhead,
And never dreamt that torn up outlaw
As we lay ghostly in a broken bed.
And when we heard of someone crushed the pane
We never shook at any knock at doors -
Whatever brought to light the darkest lane
For sleepy rumpled pillows guarded both.
It hurts just like an ordinary word,
one's faded smile somewhere abroad,
one's helpless hand or dignified embrace...
It hurts just like a terrifying sword,
Like memories of some wild hopeful place
Which does deny the love, deny the world.
It hurts like flutt'ring midges on the fly.
And it hurts like a distant mother's cry.
* * *
Do not cry for it:
Gone are those who flew over
the cuckoo's nest, alas.
Bring Me Back
Bring me close to your heart.
I could hardly explain
What is being apart
And accepting this pain.
Used to say many times:
Be not distant and far,
No more fade it to black.
Oh, whatever you are,
bring me back, bring me back!
Une Comptine II
Leave us not! Leave us not!
Our Dad is our God!
Our Dad is our power,
our shelter, our cover!
That is why we love him so.
He will guide, and we shell go.
Welcome place is called “The Hole”,
’tis not dark or black at all
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