The swans are arriving
the moon is on the rise
warm winds are blowing
the bite from winters white lies
the nights smell of blossoms
making me forget the decay
I swear almost choked me
this tuesday in May

show me your nightmares
I'll give your dreams
«nothing» is always
a lot more than it seems........

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