... "Somehow I have to forget, however much choice is not easy, you know, I have the strength, has been too late ... and nothing more, nothing more, little else ... The nights will come and entangled the air, my lips become dry and try to kiss you ... What is the wax cold kiss anyone and anything else ... and nothing else, just nothing. The hours of stone seem tired and combing time in a gesture of loving. Somehow I have to forget and nothing more, nothing more, nothing ."... just
Aute
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