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Wednesday , March 27, 2013

If you come, I promise not to ask why you come this time If you come, I promise not to make you stand in front of the door too long If you come, I promise not to ask Whose heart you tossed to get here
Because with your step I wake up from a dead faint which I lullaby myself If you come, Please do not leave!
I am tired to watch the door

First - Lullaby

I was deafened by a hullabaloo which huddle without any hue
This first us wasrimless too rigorous we didn't alter
The hubbub of piccolo and guitar was humdrum picturesque imagination
We wish to go to a ridge in which a sanatorium burnt our pigheaded

No lullaby!

it did not, do not, will not

FIVE MINUTES BEFORE TOO LATE

ADMONITION

A POTRAIT OF CULTURE