Forex: The Sound of ...
Hello Trading darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my B.R.A.I.N.'s hard drive
Still remains
Within the sound of Forex silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow Forexmosphere streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a Forexmospherian street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my E.Y.E.S. software were stabbed by the
