The difficulty of the bye, what is painful oblivion.
The confusion of memory and the present chaos.
The presence that lingers and the image disappears.
The smell, the smiles and tickles evaporate, just because it is better to let them go.
If love is energy then it will never be destroyed or will simply be transformed.
And meanwhile the sweet feeling that I am drunk, freedom goodbye.
The song slowly lowered his volume and reached its final Vhela is my childhood, my Elephant Gun, my secret smile and many other melodies that blend the sounds of the air, but going out because they got tired of playing.
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