Dreams of   
    The Innocent 

    Fragile baby.. 
    In those hands of care 
    We love you, baby.. 
    protecting, no matter where 

    Mocking smile from the olds 
    my beautiful buds 
    Matter not your imagination 
    You are going to be one of us 

    Dancing lady 
    In the hands of death 
    Spiral to be born 
    In the hands of death 

    Jan. 2,  1998

 
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