I see a dream
This night
All was bleeding
Widow
Widows
In
My window
Going to graveyard
For stay
For thinking
And for leave
For leaving
Flowers
Flowers cutting
Cutting flowers
On the tables
Under bodies
Staying glasses
Crystal glasses
Pieces blackly
Blackly pieces
Of a bread.
Bread laying pieces
On the glasses
Under bodies
There staying
Staying widows
I see it
Behind my windows
Mothers, widows
Flowers, flowers
When it happens
Nothing matters
Flowers scare
Flowers shaking
Their petals
Nothing matters
Nothing matters
Too much flowers.
Cutting flowers.
Widows.
Mothers.
Following titles.
Loosing.
Loosing.
Of the petals.
On the flowers.
On the flowers
Nothing happens.
Just cutting flowers.
Loose
On the way
Their petals.
Petals.
Petals.
Doesn't matters.
Doesn't matters...
Petals
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