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Sunday, April 03, 2005

The mill



As she felt the pounding of her slowly heart,
the world started spin around.
While her hands scratch the wind,
her arms float like a mill.
Dancing on her old nightgown
watching this body dissolve
She got blind by the purite
of her own bright.
And as fallen angel, she screen
_Higher! Higher!
Until reach the skyes.
The mill won´t reel anymore
So the globe stopped whirl
So she felt the wings to fly
She felt naked, and she felt complete.

Ouvindo:

Le Moulin (amelie soundtrack)

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