" For too long, a hundred times too long I'm all alone. To smoke through the filter each white menthol. Looking at the ocean that marries. With yachts of millionaires, meek, pissing, belly to the air in the sea If you follow my gaze, you see doubts. People who leave late, late at roadside. You'll see the sun takes a step back, which turns green bottle and how is my home? For too long, a hundred times too long I'm all dirty. I expect whatever my time fatal. I watch the great white wall shifts. Love is an instant ice & glass breaks when it is triangular. If you follow my eyes, you'll see the plains. Taxis and train stations, train stations, railway to migraine. You'll see any red, you'll see everything below. Everything you read Verlaine, you get back home. "
B. Biolay.
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