GROUNDING, GROUNDING, GROUNDING, GROUNDING, GROUNDING, GROUNDING, GROUNDING

GROUNDING, GROUNDING, GROUNDING, GROUNDING, GROUNDING

, GROUNDING, GROUNDING

In the surge of dark

there was a lunar smile in my glass

I will not abandon the moons

in your eyes. A white sow was

going to deliver the babies.

It was departure time

and the profile was ready to collapse.

Mars was throwing the loaves

to human beings and aliens were

going to land on earth.

Sing my baby, sing. Opening the

knots of life, returning to barn

in wild tempest. I know I have

to unearth the buried truth and

talk to ghosts of lies.

Satish Verma

----------------------

GROUNDING

In the surge of dark

there was a lunar smile in my glass

I will not abandon the moons

in your eyes. A white sow was

going to deliver the babies.

It was departure time

and the profile was ready to collapse.

Mars was throwing the loaves

to human beings and aliens were

going to land on earth.

Sing my baby, sing. Opening the

knots of life, returning to barn

in wild tempest. I know I have

to unearth the buried truth and

talk to ghosts of lies.

Satish Verma

----------------------

GROUNDING

In the surge of dark

there was a lunar smile in my glass

I will not abandon the moons

in your eyes. A white sow was

going to deliver the babies.

It was departure time

and the profile was ready to collapse.

Mars was throwing the loaves

to human beings and aliens were

going to land on earth.

Sing my baby, sing. Opening the

knots of life, returning to barn

in wild tempest. I know I have

to unearth the buried truth and

talk to ghosts of lies.

Satish Verma

----------------------

GROUNDING

In the surge of dark

there was a lunar smile in my glass

I will not abandon the moons

in your eyes. A white sow was

going to deliver the babies.

It was departure time

and the profile was ready to collapse.

Mars was throwing the loaves

to human beings and aliens were

going to land on earth.

Sing my baby, sing. Opening the

knots of life, returning to barn

in wild tempest. I know I have

to unearth the buried truth and

talk to ghosts of lies.

Satish Verma

----------------------

GROUNDING

In the surge of dark

there was a lunar smile in my glass

I will not abandon the moons

in your eyes. A white sow was

going to deliver the babies.

It was departure time

and the profile was ready to collapse.

Mars was throwing the loaves

to human beings and aliens were

going to land on earth.

Sing my baby, sing. Opening the

knots of life, returning to barn

in wild tempest. I know I have

to unearth the buried truth and

talk to ghosts of lies.

Satish Verma

----------------------

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