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Indian Fall Dreams Are Followed

more lightly I see The more I can?t understand myself Shadows of my dreaming Still burning in my head They are coming for you my friend -Are coming until the end- They are

my eyes but then I did The night is falling on the moist palms Of children too weak to bear it's weight The stars are visibly breathing In fact they

executioner's guillotine who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads to find peace in the form of a dream cuz take away