come on
let's walk on the ice peaks
.
the sun is so high
the sun is so close
.
the rays leave their signatures
. on the polished roofs of houses
. covered in ice
.
down the inclined plane of mirrors
useless dust slides down
useless dust of dreams
dust of very prety Burblenice
.
.
the hot hands of dreams leave their signatures
. on the mirrors of the mountain peaks
.
.
and the sun is so high
and the sun is so close
.
.
come on
let's walk on the peaks of cracked old days
hot hands on the mirrors of the mountain peaks
hot hands on the dreamless peaks of their bunny weeks
.
.
.
well, so sunny day
.
so close
so high
.
looking back
to the moon
.
.
.
me
.
.
.
fly
Fly me to the Moon
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