Astronomy
Clock strikes twelve and moondrops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reasons tend to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds, yeah
Like silver scrapes in May
And, now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away
Mmm, yeah, gone away
هم شما هم فاطی با هم ميرويد در اعتصاب با هم هم بر ميگردين!
ای خاک خوب من ای تپه شقایق ما نیستیم آنان که مرگ را رویایی آنان که مرگ را سپری آنانکه مرگ را خوابی کردند... * * سلام.کم پيدا هستيد.