Asthenia - Still Lifes: Strelitzia | Текст песни

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I am the myriad
I am the eternal circuits
The time I open my mouth
Mutter fades

Scrumptious twinkles in placid
I embrace them into my cirrus

I suck, I twine
The nocturnal clamor hits
I wilt, but I never leave
They all call me their sage

My stem grows from my feet
I am now the son of the planet
I have my hands in the air
Rotate with the omitted atmosphere
I have my veins swivel the cheer
Blast with the desolated mandala

Fine, fine
I will realize your wish
Drone on me
We all have empathy
I crossed the seed
I facsimile the bead
And in a jiff it backlashed
I am there
I am the myriad

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