; For my understanding that for a slight
youth sun hours is my solitude of withered
nows that live your pain ... no ominous ...
Cruel end of a love pure ... honest ... Oh
yesterdays of me today without their aurorae! ...
more honest I would go for my odd times
to have your love that die today.
fountains corpuscles of life without
forward today without loving your report given
kisses night lights with my remote. Extinct
winged hour darkness Where did the light
my morning ... Oh
farewell tear on your Look!
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