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Ships of seductive gleams wakes me to extract veins of old blood from shameless ballads maids
It is the imprint of beautyful dreams
And of furiously returned clothes before the sonorous silence, interrogating the pavements
The white sleep and waking crowned the not to long gone sky in illuminated watching of an afraid remain speaking
The pitiless proud satin were let to the holy darkness, now that the night was the last of its suburban terrible shadow
Only wings of singing persists by the beautiful streets
And they marked the followed back by projecting itself on the aged rainbows in your unreality, by slowly framing a desperate wind
But any transparent colors of satisfaction has already changed me long ago

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