This is a journey, this is an experience,

life and death, ripples of rain, the sin of mortals,

The blasphemy of gods, the tidal waves, and the storms,

The deaths, the unborn, the riders on the storm,

Ephemeral, like air, everlasting love, the sun,

The moon, the stars in the sky,

Don’t say die,

Don’t say why,

I’d like to cry,

Say hi to my mom,

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In San Franscisco,

How did that old song go?

Earth was doing just fine,

Then the world opened up,

The abyss opened up,

And everything was just fine,

Some people are higher, some people are lower,

East to West, the gates shine, come over,

We’ll make love some time,

We will serve you wine,

A somalier, and a fairy, how would you greet me?

With some wine and dine, some time, a crime,

We were eleven this time,

And it was nice, said I’m coming thrice,

Just some advice, no one wants to hear that,

I never obtained that, he gave it up, was just crack,

An egg that never stops spilling, the spring juices,

Of a cold, dry night in Iraq,

A sight, what a fright,

Owls hooting at night,

What happened to the mantra?

It said goodnight child,

I love you,

Your mom says hi,

We’ll make it next time,

Was such a good rhyme,

We were eleven that time,

Good night.