fingo's words
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this day challenges the dream
he undresses
and cast away its clouds
gooooooooood morning
pushed me at the other side of the same road
my steps are like waves of the ocean
the butterflies are at the dance valley of my stomach
my head in the clouds
still its not about me
its all about him
sing
the oldest sounds of the universe
love him
next morning
all the butterflies in the dance valley
of my stomach are dead
the brook of arcadia
streams out of my mouth
in the toilet bowl
why was i happy in arcadia
with that smell
let me toast
a tap water
for a new blank day
yeah and lit a candle for some magic
the first sunbeams
change this blank day in a
a sweat cloth
of his smiling body
i embrasse this day
the butterflies are back in my dance valley
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