If we could meet after years
present possibly tomorrow.
It'll take all the joy of the heart
ashtrayed hair on the temple
The tears of happiness flow
How the dew falls
after lanceta leaves
I'll paint a finger on the sand
memory sign
where there were no places
A fewer moments of beautiful looks
A fewer words of grief clogs in the chest
They're not here either.
It's the fate.
The Good God Is Appreciated
He divided up a man
He said something about reason.
