a last lamp flickers mysteriously, make mosquitoes including their games
it is awfully warm for this time
the family sitting in their homes, light passes through the last free column of shutters throughout and reveals nothing about the dramas that go on behind it is
the street deserted, ..
not quite sit completely resolved because we
you have too many clothes, but say it was cold
your head on my shoulder, casual flip you draw from the blubbery cannot
your eyes your soul again, I'm shattered
to re-assemble them
I will succeed, I do not tie my shoes
I guess your hand and get up
I pull you up with me and we run
the road to the end
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