Credit: The Surveyor of stars
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In my heaven there 's fish
Fish circling
circling near the fireplace
As if they were smoke
Ready to evaporate
y 'In my sky like a lake
Whose wrinkled surface
cloud water lilies
Bringing my dreams in clouds
evaporating fog
And everything goes through the roof of SSEUS
A high speed, spinning right
Pushed far, far, far before me
Where no one will catch up
Especially not me
And utopias in chimeras
My dreams were bitter that
they flow through my fingers
As the lake water through the roof of SSEUS
But I ' hopes
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