No from the soil, not from the bodies , not in the closet, not the free , not the lace of the insane , not my sweet, no, my dear , not from the fire, not from my stone , nor from my bell, not from my bell I just like you I just miss you I have No hope for tomorrow
What hope, tomorrow, or secret, or find if happy, if sad What a difference is lonely
Toni, my paintings Black, silent, cold If I am a miserable Moonlight Without a colorless tone without you what impatient
Come separate from "I" Call me, call me I miss "I" House Come out of "Me"
