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My suffering is one that does not interest you.

A grain of sand in the desert of your sorrow, which is infinite. For my part

believe in the kettle where a broth cooked
different, and I smile.
I'm aware of your gesture, and this gives

summer heat seems no passion.
passion is the pain of the mother, this should be
not believe, but it does lie.

you where you finally have to listen.
me right but not the treasure of pure sound and vibration
the beauty

that greet you as you, like that
who can not be but it is, and I retain
. Do I have,

mean I'm missing out. Renegade
am nothing remains, and I wanted
clauses due:

intoxicate me I get sick and your voice and say
whom nothing
not require me. Mirtha



Rosenberg