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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-07-24 | | No mercy, The horologe has stopped At 12 o'clock in the night I jump from my dream bed Strange dreams with White flake and perfumed magnolias. I take the horologe And throw it on the flour… The time has blunted my senses Taking another chill pill, I drink again boiled water from one Fired cup... I walk in my empty room Crazy white walls, I blow chunks with my nervousness My ears… like one hell sound: No mercy time! No mercy love! I take the horologe and I fix The hour i wished for: The hour of my love… Tic tac , tic tac... Crazy love... this time will never stop again ...
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