Edward Aelan

\xabThere's a Dream where evening is never comming,
Here or somewhere away, where nothing stopping,
Neither both Human or Submarine are growing,
Only sand, water, sand and water, sky high watching.\xbb

Lines who was after this hold to a past,
a past no longer kept, but only memorized
given to the lord of the understanding cast,
for only the knew as proven of this one,

Futher more later.