who would remember me

when i'm falling from a high hill

deeper and deeper than deep

so far from who must feel

   who would remember one that want just be free

now love is killed

blue blood is everywhere spread

loneliness will be my typed

my hand are solving in field

their permanent kip


who will take my ashes to wind

strange voice come out of every things

"we are dyeing dyeing my darling"

 i'm clawing to every things

your number your memory your eyes

my cells are shaking hand to say goodbye

my eyes is now dry

i must wear sunglasses to ability to lie

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