| 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 Stdte aus Eins
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| Bald wrd' Dein Leben ein glserner 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 schlft!
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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 fr 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 Trnen wund:
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| «Der Schlafmann hat mich heimgeholt…»
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| …and if we dare to follow we never will return… |