yours first such effort that night just wear my shirt more precious: -today my second skin ... "my way" and Sinatra, as a second password, thousand ballads in the middle, and finally a whisper gave me the last key
, when the moody blues sound, no dance, just hold cortázar -know, that of cronopios? -hush, let us go ... -speak of the same, July read as "see, we will not love, we will"
then rang cat stevens, had long since dawned and yet, "Morning Has Broken" was fitting end ...
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