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View from the train

Trees over the top

june some twenty years ago

like a dream in a summer of energy

big four

june some twenty years to go

like a stream in a summer of energy

melt to the ocean

small stark wood

won't let the sun

pointing field

to fill my days and nights with something

painting field

ugly old way

small dark wood

won't let the sun go down

what now can never green

to feel my days and nights with something

costituito da un fulmine

great things on the horizon

composito da un fulmine

frost, fog and some trees