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I don't wanna do the same things as last spring
I wanna do it differently
I don't wanna hang out this weekend with anyone
Unless the one is you
Like a drop of dew on the leaf
You give the leaf a sparkling hue
The leaf is me
And the drop of dew is you
Once you hit the meadow
The soul is forever sealed
Playing symphony of melodies
Of tunes only both of us knew
Today the field is still filled with
Odour of yesterday's dew
Tomorrow is a mystery
Will your next arrival ever due?
Perhaps the dew has forgotten all the melodies
That were once played on the field
The leaf never will
For the name is Mimosa
And I love you still…
Take me there...
Calculus I don't know
Cloud 9 is a mystery too
Who have really been there
And stay more than 9 years long?
Oh boy take me there
I wanna multiply another 9 years
And 9 years more…
Who cares how the wind blows
As long as my cloud 9 still floats
9 and another 9 years more...
When The Clock Strikes Twelve
Heard you have been doing fine
With your new sunshine
What you have promised to me but unfulfilled
Is all happening in her time
If you're not meant to be mine
Why can't she appear before I?
Skip me in your life
Go straight to your next in line
Will skip you this life
Then we can both maintain separate lives
Never ever have to keep you in mind
As soon as the clock strikes twelve
Let's re-start our time, re-write our lives
Erase all my memories, undo all our ties
As soon as the clock strikes twelve
You do not exist in my life
When the clock strikes twelve
There're tears in my eyes…
Deep In The Woods
Tonight the wind blows
It swept across the skin of my bare toes
The curious feet asked: where do you come from?
The wind answered: follow me, I'll tell you
The feet as if spellbound lifted itself from the ground
I obediently followed
It started with gentle steps
Then faster and faster
I know it's trying to catch up
With the speed of the wind
The feet and I
Soared high across buildings over buildings
Landscapes over landscapes
Through the darkness, amidst the cold
We passed everything yet see nothing
Too fast we have moved
It's so cold, my body can't take the tow
Where are we now?
I only see some dark greens rustling in the dark mid air
Swish swish swish!
Hey, greenies, are you talking with the wind?
And wind, you have not told me where are you from?
We are already here, the wind said
…deep in the woods, that's where I stay
You love me, don't you?
You dream about me day and night
You sing songs about me
You write about me
How do you feel being here?
I said… it's cold, dark and helple
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,
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