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You are a golden pillar

Train Ko-D, 21.07.2006, 17.45h – Saturday

There are growing golden pillars

From heaven down to lift you up

Enjoy growing your crown

That is your choice

There are many that walk but to where

Pluck the gold to bath within

Dive into golden water

Become part of a living pagoda

Not everything is gold that remains shiny

Smell sometimes sticks blood on it

Check when you want get connected

Gold within you is red

It is a glow like a lava stream

It is mowing, it is hissing

Life that is raging within you

Red are all clothes after war

War is leaving many wounds

Red is hanging down from heaven

Let these things dry like memories

Wash them later out

Then all will turn into gold

And you – you are in heaven