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To the Last Sail To Paradise.

Oh come!
Somebody take me 
To the last sail to paradise.

At he end of the day
When the sun goes down
I heard a shadow far away
Who is weeping an a shattering tone.
It took my mind apart
To the other side
And made me wonder
Who is there on her knees
Weeping so trgically.

Oh come!
Somebody take me 
To the last sail to paradise.

The one who has to sail
Has gone into the sea
And the one who has come home
Has also gone.
But the one who is neither in the
Nor home.
At the deapth of night
Who would come for him!
 
The ones whose faces have never smiled
Whose gardens have never bloomed
Whose daylights were never bright
And night-lights were doomed.

I'm going to go those
To feel their life
To touch their face
And cry....

Oh come!
Somebody take me 
To the last sail to paradise.

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A Baby's Courage

Nowhere to run, nowhere to breathe
And grasses are on fire.
The manly beasts are having their fun
For they have nothing to spare.
All the victims, coiled with each other,
No matter who is rich, who is poor.
The earth is crying and the devil is smiling
For there is none to cure.

A mother with a baby in her lap,
Running......the death is so sure.
One of the beast appeared from nowhere
And smashed her on the ground.
She was crying and crying and begging her life,
But the fate didn't turn around.
And then came the flash of gun
And there laid the lady dead.
The cruel has crashed through
Her trembling and sweating forehead.
The beastly pig was about to laugh,
While he stopped with a gaze.
While everyone was struggling in horror,
The baby was laughing in hi face

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Absence of Blood

Lost in smoke......his smile!
Down on the earth the path is hard
And the rocks are black.
Was the a trace of pain in his face?
Was he weeping? Was he crying for life?
Whatever he did has lost in vain.
The dust also died in the air,
For they forgot to spread.
"Black is the colour, none is the number."
Nothing else in the sight.
Not even the blood could spread in red.

Oh blood! You have proved
That you not only the horror of death,
You can also be a sign of life,
Because you can make the death look less horrible.

But now the death is so fierce,
Even the blood is absent here.
Only the fire and black hell,
So deep that even the devil doesn't come,
Instead, he fears, he fears!

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Ask Your Soul, Not Your Mind

For once,
Take your eyes and years deep into your soul,
The deepest there can be,
To the part where you've never dared to go
If you are afraid, hold my hand 
And we shall see.

Come follow me
And we will be in no trouble,
For I have been there already!
Then ask your soul, what real beauty is,
And let him answer freely.

If you can do that than you will know.
Why all the high places are actually so low?
Why the sun doesn't shine on everyone at a time?
Why all the dew drops don’t have the same glow?
Why the quiet boy in your neighborhood always keeps his window close?
Why the daylight doesn’t shine on every rose?

It’s not the inner beauty that wins you the race,
Just look in the mirror and ask your face.
Your moral might deceive you but your eyes wont,
For once trust your eyes then you will know,
In this cruel place,
Beauty is the only thing that drives the motion
(Other than money). Beauty is the only thing,
That will give you peace and true happy notion

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Night

Spreading through the air 
         The silver tress of hair 
Over the heads of trees
The grass is soft and light
         The stars smiling bright
With the nightlight's breeze
Along the clay-covered path
         The smell of maiden earth
Where the squirrels cry
So dark, so quiet!
         And the star peep and hide
As they sparkles above
And sings with the wide
And I walk and say the prayers high

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The Dancing Hair

Did you see the dancing hair,
Of the girl I love?
With the wind they dance;
With the wind they smile.
If you see them,
Do pause a while.

Do pause a while,
Do pause a while,
That will do no harm.

When you will se the dancing hair,
You feel like to touch it.
You heart will be warmer,
Your eyes will be wider,
And the scent of love will come.

Do pause a while,
Do pause a while,
That will do no harm.

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Female of Nature

I couldn't sleep all night for the for the sound that came
The sound of footsteps on the forest path
I bounced up from my bed and looked through the window
And there came the smell of fresh forest earth
But I sow no one in the lonely meadow
Where the thick grown grass quench their thirst
From the motherly lake who is never tired
She flows with the breeze and kisses the crust
There was some thing about the woods that they pretended
But no one there and the sound never ended

Up comes the sun with the news of the day
But I haven't got a moment's sleep
That sound of footsteps had come all the night
As the stars had disappeared and the daylight creeps
I opened the door and stepped outside
Closer to the nature who changes all the time
Through the path and into the woods
In the darkest morning with its earliest sight
I went deeper and deeper; left and right
In search of the one whose footsteps I heard
Suddenly I sow a footstep on grass
Drawn as if it belongs to them

Than I understood who she is
She is the one who is nature herself
I looked at the clouds and saw her eyes
And felt her lips where the rosy sun rises
I felt her call deep into my heart
I ran and ran on the damp forest earth
Then I found her fingerprints drawn on a tree
On the softest mosses that shakes with the breeze
As I went deeper and deeper I found out
Somebody had gone through the wild grasses
They’re shaking with the scent of wild flowers (she has kept)
And the scent is coming from every place she has stepped

Suddenly I felt a motion in my right
And saw the bushes that were still shaking
I ran past them towards their motion
Is this the truth or just a fiction?
My heart is telling me that I shall find out
I'm going, I'm going, I'm still going deeper
I'm hearing, I'm hearing, I'm hearing her call
Where I heard the sound of a water fall
Then I saw the girl who is sitting with the flowers
And put out her green eyes, so clean, so bright
I stood spellbound to see the beauty she holds
But then she startled and went out of sight

Never and never and never will she come  
To the world of ours, to the brick build culture
I cannot tell more even if you insist
She'd live in her home as long as it exists

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The Morning Prayer I Miss

I miss the sweet sweet morning prayer I used to say,
In the lights of early morn, in the darkness of losing night.
In that surrealistic atmosphere I used to pray,
To the One who possesses endless might.

I used to make a society with my Lord;
The only society where I was so happy.
There used to be He and I and nobody else;
He used to call me with affection and I used to respond.

And I miss all that blissfull feelings
Of early morning breeze, so tender, so sweet......
And the smell of morning sweat so honestly earned,
And the pleasure of walking on the wide empty streets.

Then coming back home with endless satisfection
Of pride, of wisdom, of solitude.
Then reading stories about witches and fairies,
In such and atmosphere so close to the action!

But now the morning prayer is never the same,
Its just aformality of going into the busy day (that lies ahead).
Then going into the breakfast so testlessly cooked,
With smashed potatos and mushrooms and thick pieces of bread

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Last Man Intro

The greenwood trees have knelt down,
The smoke of the stage is going down,
Lights are slowly fading.
The play is finally over, 
As the sun is falling further.
And the wind is softly rolling	
Along with the forest leaves,
stepping on soft melted earth
A stranger slowly walking.

He is walking away from the sleepy stage
Like a frenzy, silent sage
From the confusing life of crisis
Right into the place,
Where you finish tne chapter 
And don’t want to turn the page.

But if you ever mind,
To turn the next page,
Then you'd find something common;
The last man to left behind 
Has come back once again,
And acting as a baby reborn.

That’s the person I'm speaking of-
The man in the corner we always ignore.
But some where in this stage of the world, 
He always exists
Lake a song heard never before.

A man that never speaks his mind.
A man that we never mind to care.
Who takes nothing away from us
But still has a fare share.

A man who comes to this difficult course
With so much youth! On a path of rose.
Then colours the world for everyone else
With his critical prose.

But now he is walking away
To a place we'd never know,
with a mind so blue.
The stage is silent.
The play is over.
But is he over too?

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The Magician

Give me a bond of colours.
And I would make make you a butterfly.
She'll glare you tomorrow,
When you close your eyes.
Give me a piece of sun ray.
So that I can give you a sky,
Where Seagulls will greet you,
And you will feel the feeling high.
Give me a humans heart.
I will give you a mother's love,
Who lost her son in war
And seeks him in the morning stars.
Send me a good-will wish
I will teach you how to pray,
For the ones who had gone
For the one who would you come,
For the one who to love
To spend your day.
Give me a tress of blond hair
And I will give you an angel.
Who will love you all the way
And be with you with all the moments to share.
Give me the look of your eyes.
And I shall feel your pain.
And ease you with my gifted hands.
All this wont go in vain.
Give your tiny fingers
And I shall take you 'there,'
Where the wind comes with the smell of crops
That will blow your shiny hair.      
There you'll greet me.
And all your friends would care.