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May 2015
Silver glass trembles as the burning wind blows
Murmuring songs to woe and dreams repertoire
Its chiming rhyme whines for a while
Throbbing each ears with absurd fears

Hearken,
the silver glass that rings and gleams
As the dry land rises above

Trapping us behind the silver window bars
Deluded dimmed drowned and dreamt.

We are never free though out of prison
We were never free though out of prison
Even if the buried shines spring out again
We will remain inside as its breathing winds

For others to breathe
For others to think
For us to corrupt others.
Noandy
Written by
Noandy  Surabaya
(Surabaya)   
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   Mike Essig
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