Dhampyr - lila, branches off we had never loved the world; lila, let's together come conspicuous to each other; o so many fizzled white horsesrunning through your blood's skinny pastures --ne'er did we love ne'er the matter, ne'er it so be thou | Текст песни

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• Dhampyr
• lila, branches off we had never loved the world; lila, let's together come conspicuous to each other; o so many fizzled white horsesrunning through your blood's skinny pastures --ne'er did we love ne'er the matter, ne'er it so be thou

this gun aches in holsters,
and the emptiness of a penetrat-
Ingrid- what?
(ENTER: the Bay Area.)
Ingrid- what?
Herman, whose cloak of wood distresses us by the way-
(Exit: SIDE-DOOR)
Ingrid- I will go terrible bitter thru 'at old watchmaker of Who Knows When or Huh: who? Who! Oh, impish dialect.
The fountain of glissando has wept upon our seasons and repulsed us with its tawdry stems of scrap, seed of brushfire: ineptness
(Extinct: ALL)
Ingrid- \"all aboard
!
all in!\"
Ingrid- (staring at a postcard from an old vase of solipsisms, gods, leftover seedlings of stunning mess-halls, empires, etc.,) has said really quite frankly that it has come too late for a nurse to wash off the static of decayed bodies in suits checking wallets business brochure phone phone phone fone fine fone fine fone fine fone,
And ingrid suggests: \"home is heart.\"
the Poet points to a fallen prayer by the laundry, beside the telephone: and then he asks -
Ingrid: what?