heart of others
and of doing so much labour, so many road, to go looking for it.
Instead of my sea it is here,
to this door.
Inside there is the purity of the thirst
the heat from the plushes and from the wool
andsilhouette from paper to be livened up and to make being danced.
Sometimes there it is not much dark and I have to
to light a light.
I do a little labour to be found
But if key well the wall, the light
it catches fire.
There is my treasure.
I know not of not being alone
it shines, after light.
I cannot, have dance.
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