Imagine
I close my eyes
I hear a string of ensembles
The noisy dryer
and the memories of the past
The ones in California
The American parks
and the sad story of my dear friends
dying before they got to be young again
Souvalath and Toi
The winnd is gently blowing
I walk slowly into the Adoration
This is the last attempt
Imagine
Imagine
My last chance
This has been my inner voice tonight
B. John
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