Varga Borbála
a mustardseed falls down from the plane
remembering me with you how I was
feeling in the light room of rain
and feeling while the closet stucked

so sick of talking on useless things
want rather courage to shout it up
or even more to simply act
what’s death? I’ll be always here

don’t show me anyone else on the screen
giving my dream

cause I’m giving my dream

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