Comptine Idioteque
 

This will make me think of you.

Fluid conduction flows within the mirrorisms.
Faces faces closed within themselves. Yours
Everything is green. No blue. Red.
Everything is yellow gold and he whispers in my ear as he shouts past:
"The only song that really gets to me."

Comptine Idioteque? Yann & York?

:)

Je weet dat mijn piano nu in Gent staat.
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jijzelf bent daar ook geregeld, neem ik aan.