Four-wire support
you barely holds the odyssey
sinful
found an outlet in the hands of a fantastic harlequin
From the story of the actors
remember the details
dolls in a coma in a shop to buy the
Featured with two faces
buys and sells the city
old merchant from the heart of ice
only stories you've deleted
in the shop with your name written
I only lost hopes
source but not a garden fairy
or avenues A fleet of fairy tale
many other items that no longer exist '
My kite is lost in the sky
dancing waltz that of a musician
failed replanted and dead
Funfair
I
remain at the center of a thousand light bulbs and buy
the stars and then pull them
target at which you sit in the mind tired
A theater
innocent dream that leaves you a thousand joys
deep I want to try
bright parts of reflections on the walls and blow
and try to land a coin copper
which would take two minutes to remember still
A zoo Glass
in my words that I can not stop buying the flower
covering the world
buy
the sky covering the world
And I see in the shadows beneath me crazy
run out of air in a
Glass Menagerie
For a busy street
The mannequins with eyes sunk in a vacuum, vacuum!
watching the world go by before
and wants of the glass eyes dreamy
In the center of a world away from the world he believes in, believes
E 'fear flowing blood
but falls before closing the road and buildings
from the front door, house!
Behind a paper door
And in the silence around me I find the simplicity
'
the personality'
my aggression '
Back
sky from my son alone in the room
burn my ideal tired
making love with a sheet laid on a casket
white
from which comes
reluctant
A spider a spider a spider a spider
Frazzi
Some time ago I thought
a winged horse that took you to the moon around the sun in a frozen sky
the clouds golden
You have so many characters in a world of cardboard
that overwhelms you with his false stories
Figures moving in the field
drawn on paper of a newspaper for children newborn
Basically what do I need to seek the truth '
Clown
My comedy
dies with his head bent
gently on the shoulder, shoulder
E 'finished the third act
' s over the play
come out! come out!
come out! come out!
love of a man with a beard
walking slowly with his cane on the road that rings
dark and empty promises to the gentleman who despises a dwarf
that tired trick in his circus
cries and falls in June 'The curtain
last light on a clown
only in the center of himself
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