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![]() ![]() Days To ComeAt Christmas The bells chime Twice – Once for you and Once To let truth be, To make merry, To make it happen! The nacreous days Are embroidered On peacock feathers, Seeded In the fields – To let happiness be, To let future be healthy and strong! Good luck to the train On which Half The illusion for future departs! Good luck to the search For new fates on The planets of a digital system! Zero, Or one – Good luck Craving to arrange The puzzle Of your ego, Of your life, Of your time.
2005
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