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Slowly

The one is slowly
Singing down the tree
The dove is slowly
Flying through your hair
When all crowded has stopped
Another crazy is coming

I don’t want to laugh the crowded
And don’t want to be the crowded
I don’t want to be the only
And don’t want to be the silly
So I pretend to ask you a question
So I pretend that I ‘m not here

That things we always like many
That things we always thought like any
But we still don’t belong to every

The first clock goes so quickly
I can’t hear your heart beating.
The left brain attack me ever fastly
But I still can not hear your beating.
Time has frozen once again……