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Rain forest talking to the dragon-mountain-moon

Stars infest the heavens in the southern skies

Otter swim against the river, whisper in the water

The stars are dead and what you see are shining lies

Body-smoke tie the night in a misty web of blue

Simple things are all we have left to trust

An apple, a horse, some milk and a little bread

Will help time stop slipping through our fingers





What you got left to trust?

Stones in the dust!

A simple thing yoiu got left to trtust

Someone in your heart singing


Crickets learn the final chorus of their night song

Standing at your door ‘cause I have nowhere else to go

Tried to fill the empty spaces with my songs

Came here ‘cause I know you also sometimes feel this way

I bought an apple, a horse, some milk and a little bread

I hope I will not find you smiling in a dream

For I have come too far to face again what I have

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