Even apart from what is called wisdom
Maquillo Even my inner intentions when I find more to do
You were the one that lost his mind on the banks of nowhere
Only the wind and the sea understand your madness
Angel dark abstract figure
Who loves Lee and rags
And fear is masked
When it is recognized in the mirrors of those fleeing the dying
crazy in the breeze on a beach
surreal knowing the risk to kiss your lips ...
written by: eduardo unhealthy 
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