S.D. Sycther
Slept in a room
Sleep in the corner of a very big room;
Much small is the size of the very big broom.
Who knew the man who stayed on the streets for long;
Can sleep listening to the most beautiful song.
Maybe I lie or you are too wrong.
Can sleep listening to the very beautiful song.
What if I tell you there exits the heaven and a hell;
And there exists a similar one called paradise;
Fascinations mean something, my dear;
And sleep in a room of earthless fear.
All over this blood that I forgot to smear.
I have started seeing the sun or the sky has got clear;
Last day and since then slept I on the bed of fear.
Cause comes she and takes away all of my tears.
Cause comes she and takes away all of my tears.
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