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- 歌手の紹介
Made In Heights( ::M∆DE::IN::HEIGHTS:: )
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Hors D'œuvre
Placing your lips and shoulders on the carpet Post-December hors d'oeuvres in cold apartments Once we comb our feathers and cure your longing We sleep as winter pigeons on pavement falling Grinning in clothes and timbers as I departed Holding your hands and fingers as if applauding Hunting the moon; hung so low, we might have caught it Placing your lucky clovers on the carpet
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