so that be able let inside
the king removed her clothes
so that you can see her heart and soul
touch the tears of the sadness of her world
and he look behind at all
you go giving account
there is seven days that you reborned
all your weeks in the storms
the water comes down
your remembers undone
what you wrote in the walls all itself behind
they talk about yesterdays
in the summers every drought
the sun falls when
already nothing is of color
already nothing has taste.
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