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Текст (слова) песни: Marc Bolan and T. Rex - Evenings of Damask
The evenings of Damask are falling The youth of truth chest Feeds a starling With his heart.
A chosen man begged by the wayside A horse came soon and died before him And said eat.
The icy claws of earth are crawling Upon my baby`s brow and calling Please come home.
The boy unlike the man was smiling For gulleys, streams and hills would hide him Like a swan.
A vagabond, a weaver warrior Produced a loom, a cheese and chopper And said choose.
My sandled feet are fleet like water I kiss the limbs is Earthess daughter A little tree.
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