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stranger and alien in a country disillusioned fascist architecture. in one of those afternoons where the sun of August imposing a dictatorial regime. rusty tanks I deafen the ears. i want you. i want you. Got a picture but I do not know who you are. camel light smoke from the pack for ten and latch a lighter to a guy in his seventies. in a game of pool with a bar of Eastern barefoot. I think of my father in 1982 that looks at the Italy-Brazil in a bar in the cock and the first goal by Paolo Rossi by a blow on the table shattered into a thousand pieces his sunglasses. extraordinary memories. I win three matches out of five. smiles at the stranger barefoot effort. gives me something to drink. is pledge not know what with the smooth montenegro. a retching me back for a second teenager who quaff vodka fishing. and I think you are. I think I fainted when I look at you but you're still just a thought. I have flashbacks to moments of passion. in our medieval world I revealed who I was. your home is an oasis in the desert campaign. I reach it with difficulty. in the music room to push the keys on your piano case. mad world. mad world. Mad Season ... before and after they are related in our history. this is the time.
stranger and alien in a country disillusioned fascist architecture. in one of those afternoons where the sun of August imposing a dictatorial regime. rusty tanks I deafen the ears. i want you. i want you. Got a picture but I do not know who you are. camel light smoke from the pack for ten and latch a lighter to a guy in his seventies. in a game of pool with a bar of Eastern barefoot. I think of my father in 1982 that looks at the Italy-Brazil in a bar in the cock and the first goal by Paolo Rossi by a blow on the table shattered into a thousand pieces his sunglasses. extraordinary memories. I win three matches out of five. smiles at the stranger barefoot effort. gives me something to drink. is pledge not know what with the smooth montenegro. a retching me back for a second teenager who quaff vodka fishing. and I think you are. I think I fainted when I look at you but you're still just a thought. I have flashbacks to moments of passion. in our medieval world I revealed who I was. your home is an oasis in the desert campaign. I reach it with difficulty. in the music room to push the keys on your piano case. mad world. mad world. Mad Season ... before and after they are related in our history. this is the time. 
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