I see nothing but silence,
shadow in the night of what was thought daring
cowards
that escape the logic of doing.
not feel that a perfume
s'appassisce and everything else like flowers
decadent
die from the damp
that made them rich.
shadow in the night of what was thought daring
cowards
that escape the logic of doing.
not feel that a perfume
s'appassisce and everything else like flowers
decadent
die from the damp
that made them rich.
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