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and as wicked as a disturbed hen
Like in an inflated black balloon, I watch the constellations come alive.
amidst the withering sepia and nocturnal choir
and you can be sure, it only exists in my own reality.
et chantez avec des moineaux et des etourneaux
amidst the withering sepia and nocturnal choir