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2012-11-02 @ 17:57:57
There is a place hidden deep under the eyelids,
short sleep time so real, you do not want to get up.
Land tears of God - which warms the world,
tears of love washes over people
and as it enters the last.
The real savior - tested by time
crying eternal souls saved.
This is not a sob cry
the hopelessness of existence,
a cleansing bath of true love,
mutual redemption.
I write because I was there - a short sleep for a while -
which does not want to get up ...
short sleep time so real, you do not want to get up.
Land tears of God - which warms the world,
tears of love washes over people
and as it enters the last.
The real savior - tested by time
crying eternal souls saved.
This is not a sob cry
the hopelessness of existence,
a cleansing bath of true love,
mutual redemption.
I write because I was there - a short sleep for a while -
which does not want to get up ...