time is yours as a whole
time is mine as a sarcophagus
time hides small
large
extralarge words
time dresses you up
time always says gooood byee to spring
these little spring seasons
I\'m looking through your eye
a marvel
desires to get out
Be sure-
still,
common words and flowers
coming out of your sight
wish
to celebrate the Christmas time
and sing the
All that
I\'ve ever loved
is here with me within my eyes
Sadness
requests
an excessive burden
me watching you,
facing both problems:
to tell you what I most love
or
wait till you can
if I were an angel I would never
ever
be alone musical seraphyms would play the flute for
my willing eyes
for my airy tiny wings for thier own pleasure
for they love the echoes
for they
I\'m flying
I\'m amazingly flying
with this little bird on my shoulder,
On the blue bird\'s wing
a daisy-butterfly
kisses her good-bye...
Still, don\'t forget about the angels
their
I\'m looking through this lucid mirror
It\'s you in front of me
Oh, Lord,
there are tiny little windows
and large floors
I need to climb a mountain-
Those wishes
Are their doors,
I was looking good, I was watching my own eyes, the mirror was over there in front of me for years.
Now I am exhausted. The mirror is waiting for me to get inside as soon as possible but to be
Whenever your art is watching me
I do believe in special purity
When your dreams ever come true
I have to say
no doubt I do love you
I love your eyelids and your thoughts
as we may once
Child
to be a child means
to forget...
to anxiously wake up
in the morning
means to discover the surroundings
as you have forgotten your yesterday, exploring day,
and now you\'ll find it
