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Oct 3, 2019 13:43

My solitude lives on green leaves and blu skies. It's a pain my solitude is a cry, and the cry is covered up by the white noise of the day and the day cries at the night, in front of a dark blue night, it cries.
My solitude cries like an old man's eye.
Neither good nor evil, my cry soars above the ground. It comes looking over you for love, that love you won't give to me again so the cry will cry its solitude.