I went to your hands and look
Hearing not go gently a
Today regurgitate go
And I do not want to hear more than anything
'm his ghost spectrum
For true love is forever
was only promise the dawn of a truncated
why I lied to the dew in the dawn
And the chirping of the birds
That morning return
forever So dormitaré
While awaiting his excitement silent
my resurrection And eternal sleep alone, just die ...
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