Powdersleep

In the land of the mountains

with sugar and flour on the top

lives a pretty lass,

which I've never met.


In the land of my dreams

I dance with her,

every day,

every night,

to the tones of chains and

lightnings.


Because shackled I am

bound to live another life

Not the life I want,

and not the life with you.


I was born, in the land of concrete.

Where money, not love,

makes a difference.


But I've found a loop hole,

in my dreams

where I can be with you.


Make me go asleep.

Kill me, and release me

to my final rest.


Now I know why it's called Paradise.


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