for memories lost
and faded hopes
for promises broken
and end of ropes
for friends never met
and those who can't cope
i dedicate
the purest soaps
will not irritate the skin
the guarantee said
laughter filled the empty spaces
still left in my head
waiting for the promised land
or was that just an open hand?
someone pure to share my bed
the guarantee said
you know we're bound to fail
raised on the fairy tale
for no one is so pure
that is what life is for
to break the purity
create insanity
destroy humanity
oh say hey can you see?
i sing a silent song tonight
if you hear it maybe
you are still alright
what i meant so say was dony go taking it all so seriously (not so much why so serious? but it just came out that way) and in the end it's not so much the love you save or gave or anything so simple, it's the balance of laughter and what the hell is that? (and somehow i recalled if with a different word in place of hell, as if that (or this paragraph) had anything to do with any redeeming quality that the passion of the moment might have had before this epilogish aside diluted the profundity (or something like that)...
narfeggio, papa (can you hear me now?)...
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