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life movements, evening
On summer evenings the city falls asleep in the distance
His dreams
Finally, a detail is not known
The seas roar oneself and rain
According ignore
Yet we would announce the sails
Days and chills morning that features in
In its statements of greenness
There remain frescoes that I see often
In clothes of ourselves
His welts usual meals in the gardens
And I suddenly see collecting the ir now
I have to warn me
Long flights where the future awaits me