I can see an ancient city
With a long and dusty sunlight.
Will you walk the row with me?
Will you be fresh and witty?
I can trust your fresh reality,
No regrets we’ve travelled here.
Give me your understanding
There, in the corner of nowhere.
Oh, pour your energy in space.
It will answer, I promise.
Cause space is my legacy
And is my church if tolerance.
The choir...
Many voices..
The choir...
One voice..
Bracelet Full Of Air
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