The rain - the waiting - the fuckin' distance for the rich things of my heart yeah, yeah,, yeah, yeah!
And everybody knows... The song of the little black board where is put the sign of the air, the swinging love of the hair, the stinking thing of the arms that we can suck everytime. Come on little dance over the sundance. You can tell the flowers down. You can say the little accorn. But never smell the pop corn. A time you see the Zen session. Looking the wall of decisions. But never think at the mother fucker, who tell you the limits of you' dreams.
I love a fly over the sea and i can write the deep joy of the tree get out the time of imercy. Come dear light the sun - no problem for the lighter : i've one in my pocket and i can show you the crystal rockets.
Ciao baby and take the walz.
Dear Clarenta
And everybody knows... The song of the little black board where is put the sign of the air, the swinging love of the hair, the stinking thing of the arms that we can suck everytime. Come on little dance over the sundance. You can tell the flowers down. You can say the little accorn. But never smell the pop corn. A time you see the Zen session. Looking the wall of decisions. But never think at the mother fucker, who tell you the limits of you' dreams.
I love a fly over the sea and i can write the deep joy of the tree get out the time of imercy. Come dear light the sun - no problem for the lighter : i've one in my pocket and i can show you the crystal rockets.
Ciao baby and take the walz.
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marieceleste:
A dance for you.
marieceleste:
On holiday!