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06. Big Bird
Big bird, big sad
No word, big bad
Colours fill the floor
Leaving me no more
Small lines, small head
No mind, long dead
Thoughts are hard to form
Pencilled on the door
Easelessly, ceaselessly
Big bird, big sad
No word, big bad
Colours fill the floor
Leaving me no more
Small lines, small head
No mind, long dead
Thoughts are hard to form
Pencilled on the door
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
