Let me taste from these richly filled silver spoons,
of the warm meals,
refined by smoke.
You told me to try
to throw the dice
as effortlessly as you do
and go beyond the limits
That keep my luck down.
To make an effort,
to feel something meaningful.

"Take the wave
To the good world where the chosen live.
Where the streets are filled
With the stuff of my dreams.
Where the fountains gush
And always the light shines.",
You bragged about these images
and I came.

Hey, come on, throbbing guy,
play that song for me!
Don't you remember?
The way you always do.
Now it's you and me
And the dust full of sparkling dreams.
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