Balloons are blowing all around
Whose colours give a wonderfull sound
And the moon seems smiling too
While giving slowly storms for you.
My balloon is small and fat
'Cause I've tried to interupt the map
Of my long long narrow line
Running fast above the time.
I've put the glass of wine inside
For to feel support and insight
And to dream about my head
While spending days in empty bed.
I've took a…
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