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pööras juba nyyd pyhi oma selle aasta muljevara yhte orva kokku et su laekas oleks ruumi uuele tähe tolmule

yleni myrgised vanad tuttavad teie ka jälle siin pargis kus hiilivad underground raamatumyyjad kohvikusõltlased õhutajad sattunund uudishimulised oh! ma sain teie keelest aru ja te lõhn imbus võrkkestale

no no it is nothing, my dear sometimes i just stop dancing for a while as my feet are swallowed by the damp floors humid minds careless tremblings of uneasy bodies beauty hidden in the ugliness of simplicity sometimes i have to sometimes i prefer to step out of it stop fly away from it to be more i ever could to ask for more i ever would get have be i also am only dancing on the season stage of life

I am lost I am not to be found I think i got lost In summer It was quite warm But i got hit By an icicle that had not melted Though surrounded by warmth Since spring I am lost I cannot be found My silent steps Almost could be heard If anyone Ever listened Ever looked Deep Into the grey and black Into the gray and black That is november But call me home Call me home with the wild birds Leave me room Leave me light Call me home with the black birds Use the language you know And i'll come / Elo-Mall Toomet /