Flies are the Cameras of God. Invisibly connected to the eternal
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Frequence of their collective Data-Memory they are watching from
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every Corner since Millions of Years, dragging all Seen within
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them, and if we dare to listen they buzz their Films into our
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Dreams...
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A 'Bowl with gleamfresh Milk
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and Bread from Worker's Hand' - Taste
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accompanies blurred Views of Movement,
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curved in a Point with Wings and Eyes.
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It buzzes a Wave like in dump Fever-Memories
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and wobbles sweet Circles around the Child's Eyes.
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Dusk in young Senses, to warm Realms they drown,
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bewiched by the Voice of the Flyman
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and Sleepman comes - Echoworld Caravan
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Dreamsandhead synapsed to Diamonds,
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back to the Bottom where it all began,
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the Mirrors of Echoworld.
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Sheep keep on counting into the warm Whoolfuneral Whirls
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Sleep deep down falling into dead Angle's shining Worlds
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...and loose all ClingMarks.
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"Folge mir in den Sonnenschein
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durch Zauberfelder und St¢´dte aus Eins.
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Bald wird' Dein Leben ein gl¢´serner Sarg,
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hier bleibst Du Licht, alle Freunde sind da,
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Komm!"
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When will I see Mum and Daddy again?
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Sie kommen bald nach!
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Will Peter join us, and Mary and Dave?
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Wann immer er schl¢´ft!
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High down so heavy we fly Timecream-Skies.
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Children are playing and sing by our Side,
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Schala-la-la, Der Schlafmann kommt.
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Schlaf, schlafe, schlafe, komm und bleibe fir immer...
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Das Kind ganz ruhig im Bette liegt,
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blau im Gesicht, mit leerem Blick,
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und starrt der Mutter Tr¢´nen wund:
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"Der Schlafmann hat mich heimgeholt..."
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...and if we dare to follow we never will return...
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Der Schlafmann Kommt
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