song for funerals
know,
must be so:
we never met the two of us, although we ask
equally
because of her luck and happiness
mine.
Drunken rod and beating rain, wind willows
Cup hair.
Where I?
in the city to stop by?
Day is a series of muddy fields emptor.
vucari world two blank eyes staring at
faces of passersby.
Whom should I ask, hungry and wet,
why we never met?
Il has already taken place?
should step?
Maybe just came to me.
But I,
the inn drew bitter, and she
not knowing-over.
do not know.
Worldwide
we toured the mad desire
equal, and the step
disagreed.
Yes, must be so
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