Cosmos And Demos Testo

I slid behind a linden to swallow what I❝d seen.
I slid behind a linden to swallow what I❝d seen
Threads of grass and thimbles,
Needles made of hair,
Moves a dance that stumbles limbs laughed in the air.
Threads of grass and thimbles,
Needles made of hair,
Moves a dance that stumbles limbs laughed in the air
And on the day you fall whose name would you call?
The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know, how to start a fire once the umber cease to glow.
The only thing you taught me is the only thing you know, how to start a fire once the umber cease to glow.