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Smoke on, my Dear, when Life goes on&on&on&on&out

Drink on, my Friend, the Things you hold foul anyway

Fix on, my Love, you won`t miss anything in there

Stare on and watch the absurd Meaning of this all.



Being just a Mirror for the others wistful Thoughts

Listening to the Garbage of a Trillion emptied Hearts

Understanding without being understood at all

& shine, reflect some little Pearls to console

& stand, inspect, because Angels never fall.



Dead like an Angel - and Life goes on&on&on&on&out

Flee on, sweet Girl, into Delusion`s sheltering Veils

Drown on & turn, just Fools behold the Spark divine

Now say Goodbye, hide on and choke all Love that binds.



Being just a flaming Light to warm up other Souls

And their Sins they will forget beneath the deepblue Coat

Leading like a Candle until all is burned away

& burn & smile `cause Angels don`t cry

& drag away `cause Humans can`t fly.



Being just a Windstring-Child so restless drawn to Storms

Death grins out from every Pore to guide us People home

Eyes so sharp and lucid penetrate each hidden Thought

Wings of Freedom bought with Chaos in the Shop of God.

Smoke on, my Dear, when Life goes on&on&on&on&out

Drink on, my Friend, the Things you hold foul anyway

Fix on, my Love, you won`t miss anything in there

Stare on and watch the absurd Meaning of this all.



Being just a Mirror for the others wistful Thoughts

Listening to the Garbage of a Trillion emptied Hearts

Understanding without being understood at all

& shine, reflect some little Pearls to console

& stand, inspect, because Angels never fall.



Dead like an Angel - and Life goes on&on&on&on&out

Flee on, sweet Girl, into Delusion`s sheltering Veils

Drown on & turn, just Fools behold the Spark divine

Now say Goodbye, hide on and choke all Love that binds.



Being just a flaming Light to warm up other Souls

And their Sins they will forget beneath the deepblue Coat

Leading like a Candle until all is burned away

& burn & smile `cause Angels don`t cry

& drag away `cause Humans can`t fly.



Being just a Windstring-Child so restless drawn to Storms

Death grins out from every Pore to guide us People home

Eyes so sharp and lucid penetrate each hidden Thought

Wings of Freedom bought with Chaos in the Shop of God.

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