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[May. 6th, 2014|08:54 am] |
Pull the apple carts Up from silvery hill Higher until heaven revealed On the out of dawn, respawn To great authority Singing hallelujah hallelujah Love does reign In the kingdom of the broken heart The blackbird sings And the moon it laughs As war begins, dance Now burn the apple carts Burn them until a great fire begins To glow in the sky There beneath the stones, recharge From great austerity Raining down from above Distant is love Our distain In the kingdom of the broken heart A blackbird sings And the sun it laughs As war begins, dance Pull the apple carts high up on the hill Set the cores alight A sea of glass is real Pass the barley out to prevailing winds Where it lands and grows The blackbird will sin (c) Damon Albarn |
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[May. 6th, 2014|10:37 am] |
Garajās brīvdienās noslinkoju, šorīt darbā stresiņš. |
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