Dont talk dont listen
Flies fall to the creek
From the sycamore tree
we can not speak
of what we can not see
Dont talk dont listen
The roots are rotten
Fair maidens open up blank eyes
Sunken dreams forgotten
The corpses was once our spies
Dont talk dont listen
to the loser's blues
to the rich man's envy
of things he can not choose
then in time just maybe
He will bring good news
Dont talk dont listen
to the fallen sky
to the hordes of heaven
as they pass us by
They will come in seven
The horsemen who can not fly
Dont talk dont listen
It will be just fine
That well dressed moment
didn't just pass you by
Dont talk dont listen
Have we met?
Were you in my dreams once?
How could I forget?
Or was this a bunce?
Dont talk just listen
the wind in your hair
an eyelash dropping
as time dissapear
I will be here for you
in the melting air
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