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The sweet scent of warm earthis different from the cold, heavy airflowers beguile sense of joybadness thoughts discover that we areleaden clouds hanging over meI wish you were hereI took you in my armsand you would shoo dark thoughtsa narrow band constricts my chestwhisper my words - tender, warmsto open the soul strength barriersand let waft me into sweet pleasuresso close to me is in my beingthe turmoil of sensing very deep painsparsely caused in me the seed'sseveral times to search my heart glueto fill all my scarsI can only starve on yesterdayshow can I help, what can I doto uplift you from the griefwants to do good without restand pie...

Falcons hit the court in truth without a reason destroy the sense of being forbid me to see listen and which is close to the sadness.Luck? Only those who are different can understand the importance only those who will come dreaming of revenge only who is different can survive the storm.Looking again in itself after fiber after an outcry hidden in you may find some themselves - or never. ©FX151009