but this time your blood was red

right in front of my eyes as you died

greek gods spoke softly

his sister never listened

to him until he died in vietnam

time only passes as light in your eyes

never as sand in a glass

find a way to far away

sing praise to the shining sun

mix pink paint into blue skies

mix pink paint into grey clouds

show me where show me where

then stay there then stay there

and let us both see

our lives as just tiny shifts in eternity

as small points of great passion splitting forever smack dab in the middle

leaving its two new ends heavy asleep on either side

slicing up sound and earth and light just the way we like

for the split second we got then letting it all fall back where it may

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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