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Hear the shutter clicked, the window closed
there’s a whole movie tape in it, time is painted with wine,
extinguishes a fire in cold rain, it will become dark, plus a hood for those who hide their faces
Where there is sand, time runs like water, yeah, that’s the excitement, because that’s how it will help to make contact, turn around ************** smoke, melt life, and muddied things ( ah ah) there wasn’t, Peter the fog, where are we crazy, summer will meet longing, no more than a piece, no longer a beep, a bottle of merlot if I meet a brother.
Yeah, just a couple of words will change the role as a whole, the stage of a cheap show is gaining price, in this funny theater the audience shouts “I don’t believe”, the wrong step and you are already on the other side of the door, but, feel how greed tears the body apart, one more a jamb and you are already outlined in chalk, it’s like crawling along a slippery slope, thinking about it like a neck loop of concrete, a city of heroes, a city of lines written in prose, in each of ours it’s true in a diluted dose, and, here are the days fly away over the years, smoke mixed with bits and strange words.
The time of day quickly changes pages, darkness, heaps of fluria, people of melody, chils, mover, a little smoke, a cube of Islam, the inhabitants of the stone jungle, poets of the psycho!