i passed and looked at the oaks
on their foolish great peaks
to their great fairy tale words
to their unique skies
i walked around the apple trees
and rushed straight to the inspiration
i became a wind blowing away
from huge calves of fire and foxes
i passed near the oaks of mighty
and I took a couple of mushrooms and flowers
tomorrow i'll put them on my hat
put on my golden hat
because tomorrow i'm going to play on
pianoforte
and will sound among the oaks
and the cities of the franz liszt sound
25.07.18
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
i passed and looked at the oaks
on their foolish great peaks
to their great fairy tale words
to their unique skies
i walked around the apple trees
and rushed straight to the inspiration
i became a wind blowing away
from huge calves of fire and foxes
i passed near the oaks of mighty
and I took a couple of mushrooms and flowers
tomorrow i'll put them on my hat
put on my golden hat
because tomorrow i'm going to play on
pianoforte
and will sound among the oaks
and the cities of the franz liszt sound
25.07.18
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