1981
The moon on my pillow was like a cool, such as iron.
A darling look forward to the twenty-eight steel.
was only one and no more
hope faded long ago. Cet
'm the shore and there is no turning back now!
Marble on my chest, keep my dream, but
not fade the memories of the horror choke.
herself in the snake, wandering wounded fish.
I do not see your face in the night bird sings
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