sir, 'ovlove br they do steal light br from pockets of mirrors br and shoot the moon br with breasts of whores br br sir, 'ovlove br i've made all my pillows br from the snow of russia br and when i tried to dream br they released.. br their dark song sparrow br br sir, 'ovlove br i'm still a saint with no sins br but love, these poems and tomorrow br br sir, 'ovlove br the light is my serene soldier br as, orange tree in christmas' br but, the snow br i need it, , sir, , br it's the message..........