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Fantazia Land
My heart is fading out,doctor.
Can you help me please?
My heart is fading out, sir
Can I borrow some fresh air?
The little bird knocks on the walls
I think it searches for light in the empty hole.
And black rain covers my bird,
black rain, have you ever heard?
Infuse me with some fresh air
take my heart away
put there instead
Fantasia
a dream land-
With a yellow sun in the day
and a white moon while I am
turning blue
This open ocean
reflecting emotional thoughts
upon the water
like never ending eights
one colour leads to another gate
butterflies fall as leaves from tree of life
and rise up as birds crossing the sky
as a knife
as a quivering arrow
in a freedom dance
which knows that this is its
one chance.
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