you doors in the dream I,
where was dressed in silence and walk barefoot
not to deny the essence of the world.
take you to that dream where you write to be read
little
that common place where there is despair
and who is not never grow old.
And there, where life beats you, you'd
caresses so strong smell,
to come, the words you never forget.
And I'd love so strong, that I would like
rain after a long drought.
not to deny the essence of the world.
take you to that dream where you write to be read
little
that common place where there is despair
and who is not never grow old.
And there, where life beats you, you'd
caresses so strong smell,
to come, the words you never forget.
And I'd love so strong, that I would like
rain after a long drought.
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