Birds, Sleep? The dark night
penetrated the soul.
A route long ago
is darkness.
salty tears.
Rise and more,
darkest fears of the soul.
For screams silenced, the hardship
drilled and forced to man
nonsense. When you join hands
mouths quiet!
I see the swaying waves on the sunny afternoon on the banks of the river
.
window
sleep hugging a round house and has a magnificent
dress square.
What
cull the birds of the words,
of the lines, the
branch penalty, would not let me see him or mourn the
so, flew silent. SUSANA
RADIA.
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