… In my land and yours they do hit the hay and sleep the whole night in a similar way.
There’s the golden Moon with a double shine. It lightens your land and it lightens mine.
At the same low price, that is for free, there’s the sunrise for you and the sunset for me.
The wind is cool at the break of day, it’s neither your fault nor mine, anyway.
Behind your lies and behind my lies there is pain and love for our Motherlands.
I wish in your land and mine some day we’d put all idiots out of the way.
O, Isabelle…how strange & lovely you are! Miss you in OUR kitchen…Lilliman is still searching………
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September 16th, 2008 at 12:51 am
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In my land and yours they do hit the hay
and sleep the whole night in a similar way.
There’s the golden Moon with a double shine.
It lightens your land and it lightens mine.
At the same low price, that is for free,
there’s the sunrise for you and the sunset for me.
The wind is cool at the break of day,
it’s neither your fault nor mine, anyway.
Behind your lies and behind my lies
there is pain and love for our Motherlands.
I wish in your land and mine some day
we’d put all idiots out of the way.
October 24th, 2008 at 6:00 pm
O, Isabelle…how strange & lovely you are! Miss you in OUR kitchen…Lilliman is still searching………