I want to meet my heroes!!!
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..Gerbera..
I'm someone who puts his deepest thoughts into poems
To just spit out everything without thinking
would make the music around in vain
The words don't come with a real image, I'm free
Beautified and published they're turning to lies quite easily
I'm waiting for the spring, the red Gerbera, being in love, crickets
Soap bubbles bursting into a thousand poems
I'm singing, letting my heart sound - for you
Call out! Sing about this deep love!
Let our life quake with your singing, enma cricket!
I want to give the words of my heart to you, obsessively, now
This poem is bursting soap bubbles being carried by the breeze
About anger as well as love and the words are not beautified
Cry out! Sing about this deep love!
I'm letting our life quake with singing, this night, for you