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When I clapped my hands it flew away...

Haze of illusions fall from the sky                                                                                                 in a trance no mortal has ever danced                                                                                                My spirit demands me to understand                                                                                           this song in a still voice from heaven


Nothing real at all just images of roses
bleeding their red colours coming from above 
By fire a bird appeared and he knew I saw
across the deserts,mountains,oceans and forests..




A virtual image across a fainting horizon
but; when I clapped my hands it flew away
And all that's left to hear was the planets cry
as it tried to shake of it's grip of destruction