A pigeon followed by a dome Dome as well as a dome from the distant past her companionship with her A pigeon with a full -blown blood Follow a dome a dome that is like a mother Thirst with a world of fatigue in the jump Iaven to the dome Im tired of being tired of the wound of the tongue The sky to the dome Walk me to the galaxy galaxy
I am a pigeon I Taken me to the door On your safe shoulders all Gramma and grief. My wound will be dust from your dust Freshly wings and fertilizers Trying to you forever I will be tired of my wishes . Bresson give me a way to the galaxy garden
