Musical Express

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Musical Express

Hollow lane, blooming stars
Crystalline line of horizon
Echoed sounds coming from space
There are milky roads
Ropes to climb up to the top of 
Curly clouds rolling gently
 
And it isn't late to whistle a new tune
And it isn't late to paint doors and white rooms
Oh, I've singable dreams 
Oh, I've crumbs of some petty bright days
 
Hollow lane , blooming stars 
Crystalline line of horizon
Echoed sounds coming from space
 
And it isn't late to whistle a new tune
And it isn't late to paint doors and white rooms
Oh, I've singable dreams
Oh, I've crumbs of bright days
 
And it isn't late to whistle a new tune
And it isn't late to paint doors and white rooms
Oh, I've singable dreams 
Oh, I've crumbs of some petty bright day

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