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Friday, December 16, 2005

A random motion

that’s what you are, these days are quite bizarre
And I wonder to see your face in a place like this reflecting the flames
You see the market there across the square
It’s closing time but all the doors are broken
Why don’t we step inside, it’s free for everyone you see
It’s paradise, well alright
And I wonder to see your face in a place like this reflecting the flames
...And I wonder