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The moon suddenly told us
"grow dwindling, I wonder
if this city has more light"
Why do not you do it for me,
photographs for the corners of God? and that way you'll have my admiration
And that uncertain course began,
between offices and cement
and a Japanese, very expensive, very full, just an open Opencor
And the sea drank us in the sun,
like a warm yolk,
it was necessary to cancel the darkness with a good flash
And the voice, of Edgar Allan Poe,
emerged between two containers,
said he was sick of the evil
"let me know if there's anything else"
I have never been an open book but I explain good stories
if you want, now that there's time, I begin to recite ours
and if there was no one on the streets, no one on the streets
it would not matter!
Look that optimist, that I put some afternoons, if it gets dark a little earlier and there are Chinese shadows,
only yours, mine, I'm doing well
they jumped without thinking security fences, was the premiere of a sequel to "Cats"
oh, what will you say, what will you say if I think we remain?
and he answered: "where does that light come from? Or do you not see that light?"
and the moon gave us the prize
and the moon gave us the prize
and made a flash for ours
and made a flash for ours
Should be, yeah, should be possible and yeah, should be possible and yeah, should be possible, the rest, just a story
