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■ Lucille et la tendresse ![]()
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I would live
only if the God would tell me that you will think twice I would make the long jump lose itself within the deep heights scenting of an unknown perfume of nowhere, never cos' you didn't tell me what's your name and I didn't guess where I am life is so strange, damn it, and this across the road which doesn't stop pointing towards you as if you were there as if you wouldn't live without a visa or any other permit in my soul for this long moment which lasts for centuries and it spins spins spins the Chinese drop in the shell of my soul lifting it up and lowering it absurdly constantly congruently and nice dark-haired every evening your smile
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