I think I fell and I lost my all, I like a glass of water that poured down whole and its parts were irrigated with the wind.
touched me find and look, the man with the guitar and unkempt hair, who laughs at life and falling recovers.
I fell and broke into pieces, and I lost everything I had to offer, but I'll play each of them, my friends beer and comments that made them laugh to myself the guitar and the role of habit, it's personal message again find things that can love and who is here seeketh my pen and my paper and seek again to find the lost poetry, which you liked so much, to finally see your smile again and cheeks of another color .. .
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