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With Life's song subluxated The whole world by a reminiscence's hunted The imagination, oh, ripped apart and soft Here I hear always a laughter, sweet and shimmering My God...Am I lost in lust? Is this my Game last? My thoughts are relinquishing through and fly Let me be free! to dry in tears That's a game With an exhilarated name That makes me happy To smile, to hover with what's funny
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 4:43 AM UTC
Etude III
With Life's song subluxated The whole world by a reminiscence's hunted The imagination, oh, ripped apart and soft Here I hear always a laughter, sweet and shimmering My God...Am I lost in lust? Is this my Game last? My thoughts are relinquishing through and fly Let me be free! to dry in tears That's a game With an exhilarated name That makes me happy To smile, to hover with what's funny
ArnauldJarvis
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Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 4:43 AM UTC
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