Once at dark and moonlit night it was drizzling, Drunk funny fellow staggered along the road, Big city was captured by darkness and sleeping, The man undressed his clumsy and wet dirty coat. Murderous bells on the cemetery were calmly ringing, Strange voices and faces were flying through his foggy mind, No images, no thoughts, no words he could linking, Unpeaceful, no forgiveness he could find. Holy spirits want to get you down, no hurt no more, Stoned man was feeling nauseous and lost his grip, He leaned against the memorial stone of great Marilyn Monroe, At once he felt in deep faint beauty sleep. Suddenly load voice thundered through the silence, Guy woke up and turned his head - Monroe appeared in the darkness, "You're motherf*ck'n scum! - she said, Get out of here! Don't touch my stone!" The guy was suffering from shock, but he stood up, He walked away from there again alone He knew, it's real, he was so stumped! Then morning came and fellow'd like to tell his friends: "...she talked to me. I saw her white light hard-core dress...". That's all about that thing, that miracle, that friday wondernight, "Get stuffed! You're talking nonsense! Oh! It's slight!" A loud of rubbish, hocus-pocus, drivel, s*ck... Just everywhere the answers were the same. The man did not expect it was a real bad luck, He went to cemetery from which last night he came. Good Grief! Marilyn appeared once again. "Please, listen to me, - said the man, They say I'm crazy, I am fool, They don't believe me, it's not true, what can I do?" "My dear, it is the second time, That you can see me. Where's your mind? You know, you're somewhat stupid guy, A lil bit crazy like am I". | 
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