"I do not wait up I'll be late", says the love of death.
not stay still on the edge of caminono not want to freeze the joy reluctantly not save yourself now or never .. not cuz you do not fill them with peace, not of world reserves a quiet corner just do not drop the heavy eyelids as judgments do not stay without lips do not fall asleep without sleep not think you judge yourself without blood no free time .. But if you nevertheless can not avoid it and freeze the joy and want reluctantly and you save yourself now and you are filled with calm and reserve of the world only a quiet corner and let the lids fall
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