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Yes. There are damaged people,
Like a slight clock,
His hands point,
Where the heart awaits.
The clock looked north,
In the field of Eden,
Where we were lovers,
Where everything was disdain.
The birds were fluttering,
Our country was the feet,
We ran like children,
Happiness everywhere.
But ...
Disgrace came
With his fine high grace,
And I told my Maria
Courtesy Courtesy
My job was to love,
Work wide,
Give our love noise,
And fill the world with meaning.
Nine hours passed,
She didn't come
Twelve hours passed,
And she didn't happen.
Appeared before me
A sharp shell
Was the god abraxas
Reincarnation Source
I ran out to see you,
But I couldn't see you
You were the snake
And you moved that skin.
I tried to take the whip
Of the punishment I will fall into,
But we must be together
Even God quite why.
You handed me the apple
And the clock too,
Now we are legend,
And the reader too.