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Hey, the sunrise makes you as never
with simple trimmings as simple as my fear.

Reading the process of her skin,
whose wings are too raptors as the bird,
were the best name which I can leave being for a while.

There is no necessity to close from the back and legs, without
forget her bones, her eyes, those dreamers, which anybody may get,
but some of them only may imagine when the rest is blind.


Hey, it is tiring, that each day makes me old, as old as my mools.
Manners, forms, always manners, always go to my light existence,
all life is saved in her name."