Hamac Of Clouds

Oh my baby my little one
 How romantic it could be to climb the sky
 Walking on a stair of stars
 That shining blue
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 And build a hamac of clouds
 Between the south and the north of the half-moon
 And love you again and again, and again and again
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 I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun
 Because I'm my own ghost
 I'm really dead, this time
 I'm dead like the corpse in their six feet on the graves
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 How romantic it could be to climb the sky
 In a hamac made of clouds
 In a hamac made of clouds
 Hamac made of clouds
 My little one
 Yes, a hamac made of clouds
 My baby, my little one
 My baby, my little one
 A hamac made of clouds