ööajad on linnas jälle maagilised värvilised mosaiigid mustal sametisel taustal. vaikus, ranna ja jõe vahele jääb nii vähe maad. aga palju mõtteid.

What shall I do
with the purple sky
what shall I do
with you?
You sing such a quiant melody to me
that I can't help to be confused

What shall I do
with the rising moon
what shall I do
with you?
You say such mysterious sayings to me
that I can't help to be confused

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Average person thinks he's not.

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