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I’m sure that I love her, though always I seek you,
and she can’t befriend my cannibal truth, smiling to her is such a still feeling, when suddenly comes the wind of your laughter, enduring, enduring. I’m sure that I need her, though always I call you, and she doesn’t hear my thunderstruck truth, holding her tight is such a white feeling, when suddenly comes the smell of your darkness, enduring, enduring. And it feels you have eyes in my floor, and I walk every day on their sea of azure. I’m sure that I know her, though always I ask you, And she doesn’t read the marks of clear proofs, sharing her stories is such a safe feeling, until I will drown, in my mind, on your shore, enduring, enduring. And it feels you have eyes in my floor, and I walk every day on their sea of azure. I am sure, I endure, I endure…
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