Sleep
And today his breath stirred
Under the unkempt beard
Tomorrow under the blue sky
When my car will pass this way
There will be a grey space
Then my eyes will turn away
I shall roll down the panes.
Under the unkempt beard
Tomorrow under the blue sky
When my car will pass this way
There will be a grey space
Then my eyes will turn away
I shall roll down the panes.
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