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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