where the angels fly
There we shall taste the flesh,
love the rest,
and the Annual Bluegrass shall make us fly.
Am I wrong to dream these dreams,
I am already judged for doin´so,
but for what?
“Can´t rain all the time” - Brandon Lee
Annual Bluegrass
Come and fallow me into the landscape
where the angels fly
There we shall taste the flesh,
love the rest,
and the Annual Bluegrass shall make us fly.
Am I wrong to dream these dreams,
I am already judged for doin´so,
but for what?
where the angels fly
There we shall taste the flesh,
love the rest,
and the Annual Bluegrass shall make us fly.
Am I wrong to dream these dreams,
I am already judged for doin´so,
but for what?
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