It 's weird when you want to say something that is ahead, slamming the
doors and kicks the walls, but you can not
give her a body.
The soul of the idea, thought,
The soul of the idea, thought,
has gripped you,
appears and disappears,
but I can not hold it,
to join her.
I wish I could understand this feeling.
I wish I could understand this feeling.
E 'a worm that does not leave me alone.
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