I've always walked on your carpet
Yet the carpet is a firework of...

Woods are born to burn
They like moth...

Butterflies ensnared
in the crayon box beneath...

It is so harsh and
unmusical for we can't...

One needs to reflect
into the others to get...

The one Indian
left from all the chiefs is the...

You cannot help yourself
being beautiful...

Like a drowning man holding on to his only...
our remaining time is our last hope...

In the free markets
heart is the most bankrupting...

All the world's praising
can't put an ointment on the...

We fear the death's pain
otherwise we never could...

Surfaces appear
in the daylight but insides...