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When memories fill up dreams Автор: inches Дата: 10.07.00 19:59 I remember the first time, too Many a thing I saw… That Day. I say, "It's late! I cannot sleep!" The memory fading I woo The icicles chilling I thaw, As I pray For the taint Not to infect That deep, For you Do, Do You scare Me! That empty face of yours, Shining cold, back at the Warmth of my look, As it lands onto y'or Corpse. May I say "phuu"? And send it there, To the back of my mind, locked behind the doors. Of course, then the Dream of it all, like a book I would read in the dark, where waited before All my memories light, Soothing me with their sight. So would I not pray, Not to let daylight slip away? I would rather not fall asleep But memories keep, Close to my heart, Darkness to dart With the lightest Ever Light! Remember the sand in the desert! The caterpillars on the trees! The kids in the park, playing soccer! …And Never recall That Day When You threw your being up In the corner of Life!

-Изглежда много хубаво - каза Алиса, като го прочете. – Само че е извънредно трудно за разбиране!(Виждате ли, тя не искаше да признае дори на себе си, че изобщо никак не го разбира.) Усещам, че някак ми изпълва главата с идеи, само че не знам какви!