Peter Kropotkin told me I was a bird
I sat next to him on a plane once
Crying babies and air conditioning
But he said it loud and clear
We ate our special meals
He got some rice in his beard
He apologised profusely
For not giving me more insight
But it was enough for me
Peter Kropotkin told me I was a bird.
I sat next to him on a plane once
Crying babies and air conditioning
But he said it loud and clear
We ate our special meals
He got some rice in his beard
He apologised profusely
For not giving me more insight
But it was enough for me
Peter Kropotkin told me I was a bird.
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