Wake up f e e l i n g g o o d
Go to bed frequently lost in the wood
A soldier's tale of soul winning love
No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth
All o v e r now out
B i r d s o n g in the night
The sound drags a net through the twilight
Emptiness in computors bothers me
T h e s e a r e t h e s e a s i n o u r m i n d s
We make our own confine in time.
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