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I never learned to distinguish the blue sea of green of your
The unbearable idiocy of the being
Concave woman, without you hardly, ever you
I'll wash my sins in a sea of melancholy and disenchantm
Give me everything that you thought in vain
let me kiss the "p" of your lips
I guessed your thoughts but forgot your intentions