... it 's very nice what' I hear ...
... and what 'I see ...
The vanishing of my steps intrepid
ver know a far horizon,
whitish shades of light and away ...
... it 's very nice what' I hear .....
... and what 'I see ...
And I hear this little couch
called the world ... lonely, misleading, surly ..
... it 's very nice what' I hear ...
... and what 'I see ...
to walking towards the goal of the evening night,
seeming dusty shadow stride strong hints that soft ...
And by the time pouting ...
... it 's very nice what' I hear ...
... and what 'I see ...
From this hard leather saddle aged
through my arms raised to heaven ...
In worship of the created and metal ...
... it 's very nice what' I am ...
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