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Oh my baby my little one
How romantic it could be
To climb the sky
Walkin'on a stair of stars, that shining blue

And build a hamac of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoon
And fuck in 'it again and again

I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun
Because I'm my own ghost I'm really dead, this time
I'm dead like the corpse in their mother fucking graves

How romantic it could be to climb the sky in a hamac made of clouds
A hamac made of clouds my little one