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A dream ended, they already told you...
but not that all the little dreams, no.
To wrinkle is not to go to the salt shaker.
But oh! my old man... oh! how angry it makes me.

I can't get rid
of what I owe you as an illusion.
Oh! If I could as if I were a kid
drown the rhythm of a damn rock...

But there are a couple of unyielding eyes
that was worth renting to see.
Imagine the plans that are in my mind
so painlessly.

This already...
... this is no longer rock, my love: -it's pure luck-.