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(Anastasio)
Vague, shimmering forms
The gently swaying interior
Is flooded after breakfast
Coffee and eggs
Bright, crimson designs
Flaming shafts of broken sunlight
Explode against the wall of the illuminated room
Through the hallway
Sunday morning orbit
Bodies in motion the living machine
A timeless corridor connects me in my memories
To frozen windows and white lids of scenes
The calendar is an invisible knife (It's gone, it's gone)
The calendar is an invisible knife (It's gone, it's gone)
Blink your eyes and it's over (It's gone, it's gone)
Logical love is impossible (It's gone, it's gone)
Logical love is impossible
The calendar is an invisible knife (It's gone, Sunday morning, it's gone)
Logical love is impossible (It's gone, it's gone)
It's gone (x4)
Ahhhh (x4)
The calendar is an invisible knife (It's gone, Sunday morning, it's gone)
Logical love is impossible (It's gone, it's gone)
(x4)
It's gone (x8)
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