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Nausicaa 341
Gypsy smooth misty now hating your imperative sweetheart
Kissed away, the sisters of sand visit the castle of the mariner
Our troubles are just beginning for us, we who
Are washed in the blue tears of the master
The name of grief
From the mouth of the tower where
Improved exceptions of language prove
The art of misadventure spills forth on the verge of eyes
We come to hear the word of war
We leave coveting the shame of dancing happiness.
*Lou Reed
1 comment:
The one with the camera in it does a REALLY nice job of blending the flat black with the form gray. The dance is exquisite!
Thanks Mike.
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