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Yesterday went to the bottom
Leaving the window window
It projects from Darkness
Paints us color dreams

Tomorrow I wake up on fire
Your road is not for me
Your way to nowhere ...
Well, remember you my words.

There I will call you:
Don't remember i feel
And in the lunar light through the shackles of darkness
We were only devoted to sleep.

List on a map of days,
Write you to the plot longer,
Where every look still warm
Where is the goal, the goal is interesting.