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Doors, The - Текст песни Horse Latitudes
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters,
True sailing is dead.
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned,
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop, Doors, The - Horse Latitudes - http://ru.motolyrics.com/doors-the/horse-latitudes-lyrics.html
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over.