Far beyond my window,
morning clouds are a flower
that has been born to a train.
A clock becomes in crab
And the old layer gives
With a storm of termites.
And the old layer gives
With a storm of termites.
Far beyond my window
Algodones pretended to be a garden
Pending April. Then I go
Dripping
eyes that light of infinity, And when I need
A dog, a cane, one hand, a faith.
eyes that light of infinity, And when I need
A dog, a cane, one hand, a faith.
And you spend playing the soft silence
cold and blind, I sentence you to appoint
everything now do not know.
Far beyond my window
My hope was playing at a flower garden
A,
As expected in April.
My hope was playing at a flower garden
A,
As expected in April.
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