i can see your blood flow your cells grow hold still a while don?t spill the wine i can see it all from here i can see i can see weather systems of
Tulkojums: Bird, Andrew. Laiks Systems.
now if you think i?m wasting your time again i?m wasting your time when you pick me up in duty free that?s when i thought i?d be the cross in your t
on his window with their beaks whenever paul thinks of snow, soft winds blow round his head and his phone rings just once late at night-like a bird calling
we?re keeping busy yeah we?re bleeding stones with our machinations and our palindromes anything but hear a voice that says we?re basically alone
being alone it can be quite romantic like jacques cousteau underneath the atlantic a fantastic voyage to parts unknown going to depths where the sun?
then it was dusk in illinois a small boy, after an afternoon of carting dung hung on a rail fence, a sapped thing weary to crying dark was growing
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