Walk along the yellow pillars, languages dark moons to finesse so poignant, walking to the degrees to fire nails, sorry record of the hemispheres, oceans of sadness when the wind blows old air guitar when the bartender at his last tour, looks, whispering ... A desperate tenderness ....
penetrates the secret without you worrying about your footsteps fade away, screaming to the mysteries apple silent tear you think this heart, eagerly, as it is not your insolent nature, as this is not your air casual, hard hours, burn, burn, burn!
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