Pacing over surface of blinding light,
random faces in this random life.
The world turns in trick or treat,
in endless turns like mary-go-round,
in dead horses of broad grin.

He eats, drinks, cries and dies.
He eats, drinks, laughs and dies.
He buys his world,
I create my world,
I buy my world,
He creates his world.

He gives, I give.
I give, I give.

Colors, feelings, life and death.
My world screams deep.
Invisible at the abysses.

My heart, his heart,
there in his world.
He creates, I buy,
my blood, my tears, I gave.
He thirsts, I gave.
I thirst, I thirst,
I thirsted......

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