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Dirty East sound, mystic story about deserts, doubt and fantasy.
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Another countries, ancient ways create,
Keep by habitual horizon.
Place, where sunset flame creates,
We take a night time,
To perform, ignore sun beams.
Meet stranger at you path
In desert, face details obliterated.
Decor of etern spin from two mirrors,
Words, like judgment ring:
"Doubt - for fantasy scope,
Of beggar clothes would be rich,
Like feathers of bird unsimply.
But only one is fitting
To take a god name, who delight
This thoughts to dust not efface,
But who oppose - turn dust to rapture,
Cuz dust is really scope".
Immediately after sunset remains,
Colors pouring of two hundred rainbows,
Of desert scope changing beauty
Of sence created citys,
He change his character
For rich bird plumage.
And make self-secret with clouds fog.
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