| Latin Dreams in Turpentine |
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| Kiss my trembling fingers |
| Covered with your blood. |
| Sister, please forgive me, |
| And the sun is shining bright. |
| Sweetish stones burn on hot floe |
| To evitate in vapour state. |
| Pink noises maim my talking ears |
| As your eyeballs fill my guts. |
| Evaporation is changing my aggregate state, |
| And gaseous I travel with the wind. |
| I’m filtering the light and many Fraunhofer-lines |
| Enrich the colour spectrum, dispersed by a prism. |
| (Lyrics written in October 1992 |
| Music composed in September 1993) |
