Joan of Arc - Living Out In The Sea Of Umbrellas Тексты

living out in the sea of umbrella
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crowded by clouds, but on the window-sill
i still grow tornado beams/bean?.

the plants are not on the antenna.
each lets its own message go.
they chat all day, but all they say
in infinite ways "hello."

the brightest person in any room
is always as _
at least a little bit aware of that room's light source.