Your lips are like roses in the dawn
in the city of Love.
(bullets and bombs never can get through
the mirrors of our hearts)
Untouchable in the Garden,
streams of consciousness
always here and now,
we are watching you from the unveiled
cloud nine, see the flowers,
see the flames of these little candles.
In your own valley of tears they will hunt you
in your common dreams.
(be merciful and try to find comfort
inside yourself)
A masterplan is too much to comprehend
when you have got a monkey on your back.
I is, one love(there is no borderline)
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