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The advantages of madness and violence

Now when you open your windows
in your garden you feel an order of red grasses
and the rhythm of rain.
When you no longer hear the sirens and advertisements,
that cut through the night,
when we're alone
and the world is in between.
 
You can let down your hair on your shoulders,
moonlight shining through a cloud,
you can lower your fist,
your fist on my palm.
 
'Cause you know,
that nothing echoes like the silence,
you ready a thousand voices for a breather
in interpreting dreams
and pick some tears for decorations
everything that you think you can
tonight you still play, you drop it from your hands.
 
You can set your dogs on me,
your fist on my palm,
you can lower your gaze,
when I turn around and give myself away.
You can let down your hair on your shoulders,
neither stars on the wet ground,
you can set into a run,
like letting loose a balloon in the air.
 
Now above you is the starry sky.
And now you are melting it to gold.