The wind blows through the window
It carries my mistakes
It takes them to the fire
Without a system controlling
Flowers fall from heaven
And burn in the hell
White horses jumping
Over black rivers
The snakes flying
The butterflies crawling
The ants are swimming
And the fishes are living
Inside the earth
While the angels are singing
About how beautiful life is
Naturally wrong
And always right
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