Index of this MOON'S sing-trough like in a play of a NEWTON’S stuff I live a PYRAMID loneliness, me, ME, from your window, Me, when you pass by and I am scared of this Simple rows, WITHOUT ME about That acacia with flower that are crying to you and are telling you that I feel CRANES, when they are leaving from the concert HALL WITH the AUTUMN crossed to punish us because we was not able of any autumn ascertain and we was not understanding THE autumns war and the Forgiveness of autumn and I feel them that they are going like this to not see us AUTUMN DRINKERS only Like this, on autumn and I can still tell you from C'ULYSSES (behind the scenes) about The HOUNDS THIRST of a rain with hounds right before the winter with TAMARA when I’ve placed myself between you and the wolves with wolves together living, anyway YOU to see that NOW it's happening this sing-trough ME and what, I SEE . . .