The boredom takes my soul last Force to liberate themselves
again, proudly standing on the front
the rugged life.
This robs gray on gray light and are void
can breathe I do not even try to steal the last refuge of the sphere
and I'll stay behind alone see the stones of the street,
first slowly, then rapidly disappear in the flow of
Tristess.
PZ'11
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