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Pink Floyd Ummagumma

Icy wind of night, be gome. This is not your domain. In the sky a bird was heard to cry. Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds Belied a

: Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain in the sky a bird was heard to cry misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds be like

: Little by little the night turns around counting the leaves wich tremble in the dawn notices leaning on each other and yearning under the leaves the

Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain in the sky a bird was heard to cry misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds be like the

Little by little the night turns around counting the leaves wich tremble in the dawn notices leaning on each other and yearning under the leaves the