Where would the undercover hours run? Is it the same marathon a life is rushing? The flesh is weak, yeah, without any fear, there is no longer tears, the sailor's ride just flows, and flows...
Wider than the river, when the thought is drowning. Who else is doing the manifesto? If there is an angel, enlighten the drunk. I look for a spacious sky, where a cloud has a real habitat to stay light. Freer, when will the end comes back to live? Shadows are moving, and moving, the lightning clash is just a quick steal of silver lips. You will be stronger through the years, whenever the race goes on...
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