Leaving Granatia

In Granatia there are no more horseinterpreters they all left went on and moved away from us Now it´s only myself sitting on a stone having the world in my hand and still feeling alone   In the land of Grazilia at the border to Brasilia in the gardens of Oleo In colors of Fidelio…

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My life is a refridgerator

my life is a refridgerator and my mind is just a record store I live just like a mars invader and know the sun and all the shores from which I came because you are not the one to blame   still I fill my cup with sorrow not because I fear tomorrow but because…

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