And in mi heart,
The fury of your dressage
That juts me
In mountains
Wild;
Those mountains
That you painted,
The first timo
We looked at each other.
And so, gradnally,
I came to this danger,
I clouds my world;
You’re, not in it.
And I cover my back
And look firm,
To three hundred sixty degrees,
Spider I know this place,
Complicated for me,
And with ce picture fallacious
In my mind,
Go up and down these slopes.
I cross there rivers,
Go through these dark paths.
And even I know why,
If you live in my being,
Love; you dance
Embraced me,
I know I will not not watchful
The dangers lurking me,
I always thik of you,
I want…
I do not want.

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