I breathed with great blows of heart, the naive air and the brilliant eyes. I sought straight in their hearts, a little hope a benevolent bit. I dreamed to see the night falling on thousands of waves drawn upwards. I dreamed to see the rain falling on thousands of trees folded by water, a sky enjoué, immaculate, days which draw my lips upwards. Yes, I would like memories, pleasures of children a little débonnaires. Then why put to me vis-a-vis this torment, of the fables, like usually. Yes, I would like to discover, of the moments of grace but without misfortune. Yes I will like smiles, innocence and frankness
I breathed with great blows of heart, the naive air and the brilliant eyes. I sought straight in their hearts, a little hope a benevolent bit. I dreamed to see the night falling on thousands of waves drawn upwards. I dreamed to see the rain falling on thousands of trees folded by water, a sky enjoué, immaculate, days which draw my lips upwards. Yes, I would like memories, pleasures of children a little débonnaires. Then why put to me vis-a-vis this torment, of the fables, like usually. Yes, I would like to discover, of the moments of grace but without misfortune. Yes I will like smiles, innocence and frankness
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