You who say hello at the back window of the aircraft, the white clouds, fog and winds blowing ...
at a distance and time calculations, close to the heart for a while but, but why are felt far and folding of the century, melting in your love
lush is me, who loves is me, I know you most jealous
intense longing to reveal not bordered words, I greet you softly, because the shrill voicespend
if I put my trust, so you mouth all tired
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