“Here he comes
The night is like a glove and he’s floating like a dove
That catches the wind in the deep blue sky
Here he comes
The boy who tried to vanish to another time
Is no longer here with his sad blue eyes”
my subliminal message for Brian Eno.
During my last travel in Trasnsylvania paranormal apparitions of ghosts in a creepy mansion near the church.
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