Mechanical portraits of my Soul are
vital parts of my Dream.
There's always a madman on the street
waiting for you to tell his story.
Didn't touch a guitar nor keyboards,
yet thoughts are floating into the night.
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
populisms
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Як час лікує, що годинник рахує? Catene spezzate erano fatte per durare. -
L'invisibilita dev'essere una follia tattile, eh? In any Dream of different Drum you feel Her beam warms up your gun..
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