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SEASON, WHEN I ....

When I arrived at the death

I do not want no tears

I’m tired!


When I arrived at the death

I do not want any sadness

I’m tired!


When I arrived at the death

I do not want to have a laugh

I’m bored!


When I arrived at the death

I do not want any unhappy

I’m saturated!


When I arrived at the death

I do not want to be remembered

All lies!


When I arrived at the death

I do want to be forgotten

All fib !


In a season standing a monument

Then fertile moss life

Through my body


Batu – Malang, Indonesia

January, 22nd. 2002

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