"Hush - piano ... you hear? Piano ... "all night in Bruges Triple tender. Lip nocturnes weak harpsichord gradually withdrawn in the water. As nowhere eyes on the sepia-Channel Dijver green green seas. Overtone of love in acoustics pre-winter above all medieval bricks. Sleep pods noticeably deeper apathetic flying people. Quieter, piano .. you hear? Piano .. There amusement persimmon lemon most-most yellow lights. Echoed in the triangular dome attic otzerkalivaetsya clatter of horses. Lie down, we expand the map who is who and how bored stronger. On the floor of the construct Forte outstretched things. Forte ...- Piano .. Quiet .. - In the shadow of the castle ... stuck on the wall. Late ..- early, a lot of little ..-, all mixed up in my head ..
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