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With Flowers In The Garden Of Fires
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Текст песни With Flowers In The Garden Of Fires
You look beautiful still in the cloths
You wear in the photograph
(Falls to the floor and east dust and
Claims its NAME is FAME)
If you could saw the missiles that count time
As I have seen them (seen them) ride them
(I meant this, meaninglessly:)
"I am the hare with the eyes of coiled rope
Who draws the teeth of the lupine moon"
(Graceful Goat soars with his Christian ssilhouette)
The Hunter lounges beside (the Crown PPrincess) studded with petals
(I boeaca al lupo)
Magnifies the Valley
(Crepi)
In the Garden of Fires
(Atlanta howls for Peg Leg? Penetration)
(Gravels with Flamingo Park at Tishamingo)
"Come with me and take my hand
And walt the Gospel Milewide Smile
The head of the face (at the feet of the grace)
Of the grave of heavens
The fear on the tiny smile of silver-flash State
The agonised pain of collision of crescents
(Increased over the tables)
The apocalypse girl - Chiara in her hat
Sits and talks to atoms and planets
That descend from the trees
Bending their knees (before the summer ssunshapes)
She calls my name, knowing
She is famed for the flowers
That pour from her teeth
You wear in the photograph
(Falls to the floor and east dust and
Claims its NAME is FAME)
If you could saw the missiles that count time
As I have seen them (seen them) ride them
(I meant this, meaninglessly:)
"I am the hare with the eyes of coiled rope
Who draws the teeth of the lupine moon"
(Graceful Goat soars with his Christian ssilhouette)
The Hunter lounges beside (the Crown PPrincess) studded with petals
(I boeaca al lupo)
Magnifies the Valley
(Crepi)
In the Garden of Fires
(Atlanta howls for Peg Leg? Penetration)
(Gravels with Flamingo Park at Tishamingo)
"Come with me and take my hand
And walt the Gospel Milewide Smile
The head of the face (at the feet of the grace)
Of the grave of heavens
The fear on the tiny smile of silver-flash State
The agonised pain of collision of crescents
(Increased over the tables)
The apocalypse girl - Chiara in her hat
Sits and talks to atoms and planets
That descend from the trees
Bending their knees (before the summer ssunshapes)
She calls my name, knowing
She is famed for the flowers
That pour from her teeth
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