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The sun rose,
Earth burned,
You take their impressions.
I stay,
I'm not afraid,
To feel someone touch.
Tentative our idle habitation,
Behind the question: what is yours and what is mine?
Between the lines I read and I write between books.
Each rule Leafs,
Everybody knows,
Each one's disciple.
Over the clouds
Dragged
Someone funny, strange death.
For those words
I could not
You do not breath the floor to sing again.
Tentative our idle habitation,
Behind the question: what is yours and what is mine?
Between the lines I read and I write between books.
Each rule Leafs,
Everybody knows,
Each one's disciple.