It was a sunny day
A crippled crane was standing over the corner
She's always confused by those colored crests
the bulky shape with crumpled face
"I don't dance with those colored tails
'cos it doesn't make any sense at all"
"But now I hope, now I hope you can sing heartily."
Who are you
(Where are you)
Is there something growing in this woods
(Well come on, welcome in)
She's a color blindness who can see through the snow
the sky and your sleepy eyes
Bird's Atlas
Mammoth's walking along the crest line
With shadows reflect the time
Behind the sun
And I'll hive in the earth of sound
Dive in the splash-inked pound
Behind the sun
Until the dawn
WHACK
Kiss the head, oh
Kiss the head of
Apple pie
It's crispy and hot
Sweet and soft
On teacher's tongue
You're wrong
Dive me
Your
Hands
You're wrong
Give me
Their
Shoes
Goblin
Why all my dreams are old
Why you can make it slow
Why all my dreams are old
Why you can take it home
Say hello to the sorrow of Choly
How hollow our daydreams can be
Otherwise I could simply be a goblin
Just gratify with whom you can be
bonju
Before the girls off, after the girls on
They never say, they never think
They never tell you the secret
Into the market, behind the computer
They never smile, they never cry
They never show you heatness
It's my room, there is no door
People can came, people can go, they never wonder
It's my room, there is no door
Give me fire when it is winter
I always want to be a part-time mailman
I can ring every house's bell and not to be blamed
In the morning i can go with the milk-deliver girl
Who smells very healthy, and we go out at night
Riding with my green bike, wearing with my green suit
Don't have to talk with any boring guy
Chasing by little dog, that's good exercise
Here's your letter, please sign right here
Holding with pappers that not written for me
I am pretty sire the mailbox is open for me
Keep it out from rains, cigarrate and coffee
Today you will all leave me, my little pappers
Riding with my green bike, wearing with my green suit
Singing the song, i know the air listens
Biten by little dog, that's good experience
Here's your letter, i remeber you name...
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