The green wish of Nack


    Remember her eyes,ebony black
   Oh darkness,cul de sac
   The the green wish of Nack
   The night,the tunnel,insomniac

   Vibrating though her fingers
   The sound the speed
   Oh,stop this eve!

    The day I had to leave
    I was your sculpture
    The creation of your asian culture
    You are my vulture

    In the air of the sunrise
    The touch and the sword
    The samurai
    Same thing in my eyes




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