is heard your scent in the air travel:
're the only one smile at a funeral,
the last sip in the bottom of the bag, the sweet caress
and dagger.
And as I tear the pain
and I drown in your frost away,
your every shot is for me like a wilted flower
perhaps, but the only important one. How
blow on the flame burning
to see it shine as before
were blazing with the risk and devour you, well built
qualuqnue blow your
and tight to the hope of a top
breath love these flowers
're the only one smile at a funeral,
the last sip in the bottom of the bag, the sweet caress
and dagger.
And as I tear the pain
and I drown in your frost away,
your every shot is for me like a wilted flower
perhaps, but the only important one. How
blow on the flame burning
to see it shine as before
were blazing with the risk and devour you, well built
qualuqnue blow your
and tight to the hope of a top
breath love these flowers
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