The precise moment I stopped loving you was when:
you didn’t dare to
wear our home-love-made-chicken-feathered-and-snowdrops wings
jumping high into the sun
with me
The precise moment I stopped loving you was when:
you didn’t dare to
wear our home-love-made-chicken-feathered-and-snowdrops wings
jumping high into the sun
with me
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Descendo da Clarina, que em 1952 fugiu com o circo, e de outras pessoas que efetivamente conheci 