FW101

FW101

If it a day that passes is O joy, someone would say closing the doors, open windows and fearless flight in paradise There doeth judgment Unconsciously I perpetual By mutual agreement notes are loose in an environment Anywhere very hot There are lilies, there malmequeresSerá that queresHá wet earth, wet on the ceiling, a bulb Dazed and desamparadaSegura to the filaments of the tension razãoSobe There are times arduous even tough But nobody nobody But even knew what one understood and realized How to be alone in the crowd This is a catch living And above all there is no much want to live

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