Bright Eyes. Lifted Or The Story Is In The Soil, Keep Your Ear To The Ground. From A Balance Beam. Bright Eyes. Levantada o la historia está en el suelo, mantener su oído a la tierra. De una barra de equilibrio.
...oh my patient prisoner you've waited for this day and finally you are free, you are free, you are freezing. Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it
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