Wings to fly closer to your perfect blue world; pretending that there is an eternity in just to say a hello.
But always is late to put the feathers together again; Daedalus in the end owns only a white silence.
Wings to fly closer to your perfect blue world; pretending that there is an eternity in just to say a hello.
But always is late to put the feathers together again; Daedalus in the end owns only a white silence.
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