If I takes has his turn a laugh or of tears Of The baskets of bamboo filled with
happiness Of The Venetian bridges, of temples of Angkor Des bunches of jasmine,
definitely other one treasures It is that in his look, on a big chalkboard I saw
all its history
I a taste of orange smells the angels, all this mixture Of sparks, a taste of
honey, another sky I smells the angels, a taste of orange, all this mixture Of
sparks, a taste of honey, another sky Leads angels me in
If I am in dance, madman's drum I has a feeling well that Nothing more gets
ahead, of orders of wolves has of sense, even those forbidden Blended our
patience, in words that one enjoyed It is that in this thought, it has me let
through And I intends it to murmur
I a taste of orange smells the angels, all this mixture Of sparks, a taste of
honey, another sky I smells the angels, a taste of orange, all this mixture Of
sparks, a taste of honey, another sky Leads angels me in
I a taste of orange smells the angels, all this mixture Of sparks, a taste of
honey, another sky I smells the angels, a taste of orange, all this mixture Of
sparks, a taste of honey, another sky Leads angels me in
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