You go, you come, in a twist of hand, in your stories, the endless story, you will see, you will see well. You go, you come, in a twist of hand, in your stories, the endless story, you will see, you will see well. I want to follow you to the trace, before the image fades away. You roll, you slide, like a tourist, hesitating between the eye or the thigh, you will see, you will see well, you will see well tomorrow. I want to follow you to the trace, before the image fades away. You roll, you slide, like a tourist, hesitating between the eye or the thigh, you will see, you will see well, you will see well tomorrow. You roll, you slide, like a tourist, hesitating between the eye or the thigh, you will see, you will see well tomorrow. You roll, you slide, like a tourist, hesitating between the eye or the thigh, you will see, you will see well tomorrow. www.mooji.org