Freedom - Reflections of life and abstract thoughts
Bazaar of wishes that have not yet been cherished by anyone.
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I acuchillaré time in the back.

Are they desangrarán the minutes on my hands which will become wrinkled and clumsy.

I will look you in the eyes when its shine dissipates and is only darkness.

Susurraré una cálida canción que recordará una época anterior mientras todo se diluye, invocando el principio en el amargo final, y conseguiré salir de su alcance de una vez por todas.