I sit on a wooden chairA place with cold grey
I'm getting in - instinct gives me the powerYou can
Fog is passing through these dunesLittle seagull trembles on the
I am a tender somethingCaught in a golden cageThe wonder
Do you like to follow us?The invitation leaads to a
Standing before a mirrorAnd I put a gun to my
Hello next century - next millennium helloShould we be afraidShould
First assembly will be a reunionNew breeds produce old povertyTime
In the galaxy of friendlinessThe birds are still chirpingI take
I could run away and hideI could writhe with painAnd
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