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He comes to me and says with passion
“Good bye, I go to search my luck You are too mine, I want a fashion girl who wants from me the blood to suck. I want to find a real world where everyone keeps you so tense And you don’t wait my head to hold So I’ll have to find a very sense to run in life, not to get free the soul of yours, to fight for new, to ruin the old and to become a mystery†He stopped! I looked at him and said: “Go, but you’ll come back here to me because you’ll need someone in end to understand and in your heart see†And he has gone with much desire to find in world a new whole fire Maybe believing that time is not the last when two of us together got It was so cold when he went out My arms were very badly shaking I couldn’t see a thing in chaos So I seat down a long time sleeping When I woke up someone was there My eyes could not so clear see But my cells felt a human prayer It was him, so small, looking at me.
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