Preente
yes, it is this angular moment
when every thing is a symbol
if the beetle lands on the swollen finger
if the left eyelash blinks disorderly
yes, this game is lost
the ash that will soil the future
is in front of the mirror putting on makeup
now it's unnecessary
fill the lies with colored pencils
or serve dreams at coffee time
pretend it doesn't exist
this hour to fall to your knees
now pick some roses around
to decorate what is possible
take care of your own flaws
I just thought it was good to let you know
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