Nunca sabrás como se siente ver a un pulpo-caracol-hermitaño hasta que caiga del cielo viajando en globitos de colores.
"Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly "
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