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21.04.2012 Tere aprilli, sõbrad! Juubelihaluks selline lauluke. Inspiratsiooniks üks ilus ärkveluni, milles ma hõljusin pimeduses ja vaatasin oma virmalistest tehtud käsi. Mjah, taas üks selline lugu, mille puhul toonitaks: kuulake klappidega, kel võimalik ;) evades all sorts of earthly blights at ever greater heights, its colors light and bright while it's taking its flights, so high, in the tarry starry sky it's the only church I've ever known the one place where we grow and die with reed reaching for the sky the everchanging mural of clouds just passin' by high above the floor tiles of our lives it's the only church I've ever been it has organs played by the solar wind and I feel like I've died with reed growing out of me and the wind entrusts its secret gusts with waves of hay on unmarked graves the blades of grass wander here and there like the everlasting breath of those buried and dead animated by silent sighs from down below even all our hollow deeds may yet bear fruit as apple trees in due time it'll all be fine  |
