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Well Terra I rise on music ambient and cuz
us music such.
I can understand the music of scrapers clicking and drops -
half-sounds
The volume on sound wisper spore - microworld.
A leaf don’t  sing it sound.
a melody is deliberate it's a miracle to me
I'm sorry I can never play you a song.
We made a strange music really
Terra you too more hear voice every one strong.
Music I won’t about it nothing.

But I’m artist I know play on pea pod.
It spooke enough a leaning.
Here don’t debate.
the guitar covered upon three layer of dust again
I thought it so it thing don’t has name.
We don’t know what call.
What call you?
For where I know? It no matter.

“..Winds, clocks and telephones will change power
Your lost time will never come
It's a stranger, you've only got your name
It's all alien
- You've only got your name
…
My neighbor recognized me, saw me, cried out, I'm a beast.
I laughed because it's not my own.

It's all foreign
- It's all long gone
The gods come out of their hollow tree.
Heroes grow up like an avalanche, like a vine.
A painted bird dives into the crow's nest.
But before you land, remember your name.
It's all a stranger's name
-Just remember your name
Your only name
Your real name
Your true name”

Letov? Ofcourse.
It burn in my brain likea sdtrack
But I don’t name.
Even what only sont compose a poets?
Terra confir trust to me?
And it so.
But
“..Your losslost time will never come…” it really laughly
It voice of the hell and past.
ofcourse so.
you hear a others on a sometime?
I tell it you’re  a big mistake.
yamaha what you self name or
 tan leaves a dust dosent’t are a limit.