Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
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Monday, 7 September 2015
Prisencolinensinainciusol
The following is an old Italian song sung in English. Can anyone help me to write down the lyrics?
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