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Groove the night like a traveler from other worlds,
worlds lost to the tide of the times,
those who saw him die,
those who saw grow or fly.
Groove afternoon with smells of pain and war,
that war that makes blood oblivion,
and to dissipate in powder penury.
and to dissipate for a century.
Love me to forget me,
Forget me to love me,
as a recurring past,
as a mourner morning.
Groove remembrances as a slave to anger,
like a shadow wielding a rapier,
in the tender hands of a sunset,
in a tender face of a plunder.
Love me to erase this loss reality,
This decline of gray and full of rhyme stations,
filled with seawater that choke the city,
in thousands of potholes.
in thousands of poles.
I can not remember your face,
I no longer wield your fencing,
because the sun made us lose,
both at the very top. we've racing.
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The Art of Forgetting
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