There is pollen in my eyes watery.
E 'come the summer down here in the homeland and I'm looking for.
trying to realize all my thoughts, my intentions, my dreams are so many as the stars that fill the sky in the evening here.
I miss you give me purity and a purple sky always, to address these giorni.Vorrei cry sometimes in these stars and with bare feet feel the water and feel the cold without paura.Mi feel transparent, volatile, as Oust which seeks to eliminate the corruption that exists, but the environment is too saturated.
Joy
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