I don't want to see it !
I don't want to see it !
Tell the moon to come,
for I don't want to see
their blood on the sand.
I don't want to see it !
The wide-open moon.
A horse of unmoving clouds,
and the Gray bullring of dream
with willows at its barre-ras.
I don't want to see it !
Remembering all...
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