Forget the cards,
is saved in the room with the closet light wood, a picture of last summer and that rocks all sitting around the table, the sun on the deck, call Fidelio call me now that I have time the balcony and half in and half out is cool, summer is Fidelio, is a song we heard together, but then you made me understand that one must choose, that the reef is far remained unchanged, that is me change, however, those ants that incessant drive out, clapping to the phrase shock to the phrase new to old music that kidneys to want to rest, tell me how you have Fidelio, for years now I understand it, and it's Sunday afternoon, as it has never been in those shutters we hide you and me my friend ... a quiet and armchair the framework of the swimmers, I poured a glass of whiskey with no ice and warnings and I hope to be surprised and stunned, and you tell people reverberations small ravines and plastic tubs solo while the others all the others have fun with blonde hair, after I come I, too, because I do not believe the summer is long and there is room for everyone, for your winning smile. It explained to me, to all who look at your last show
The refrain goes up the sun and the case file all my open questions that remain sharp and consciousness in
not clash Fidelio, and the other time you trusted your friend
is saved in the room with the closet light wood, a picture of last summer and that rocks all sitting around the table, the sun on the deck, call Fidelio call me now that I have time the balcony and half in and half out is cool, summer is Fidelio, is a song we heard together, but then you made me understand that one must choose, that the reef is far remained unchanged, that is me change, however, those ants that incessant drive out, clapping to the phrase shock to the phrase new to old music that kidneys to want to rest, tell me how you have Fidelio, for years now I understand it, and it's Sunday afternoon, as it has never been in those shutters we hide you and me my friend ... a quiet and armchair the framework of the swimmers, I poured a glass of whiskey with no ice and warnings and I hope to be surprised and stunned, and you tell people reverberations small ravines and plastic tubs solo while the others all the others have fun with blonde hair, after I come I, too, because I do not believe the summer is long and there is room for everyone, for your winning smile. It explained to me, to all who look at your last show
The refrain goes up the sun and the case file all my open questions that remain sharp and consciousness in
not clash Fidelio, and the other time you trusted your friend
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