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ME AND THE CEILING FANS
I’ve been a lonely poor boy all my life,
with some dark hazes across my face.
Laying on the bed and looking up,
the dizzy turning of ceiling fans.
Pondering, thinking, searching for some trap,
where I could be engaged that time of crying.
Not just fine, so tough.
Pretty little wings of butterflies,
are shaking fast right in front of me.
Somewhat blurred something, but it’s clear,
if I could stretched up I should touch those,
those pretty wings, and take off.
Now the time has come made up my mind,
I’ll take an airplane ‘cross the hills.
The sky is clear, pretty clear.
Morning glory, noon of joy I’ll see,
and many seatbacks I’ll defeat.
Time has come, hazes gone.
aaaaahhhhhhh aaaa aaaa, aaaa aaaa
RECITATION
Since that abominable day, my times are sleepy and nightmared. He’s always on my mind to remind me, I’ll always be unable. That’s my fate, that’s my own nature, and nothing can change. But some day, a day like many others, down in the mud, a pretty little sunbeam lighted me up, and I had the revelation, the filthy man was wrong, I was doing his will. So I found him and gave him a big biting, but he recovered and recovered. I’ve promised myself to kill him, but now, at least, his nearly out of my mind.
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