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long ago i read something about a beautiful sunday... whilst was a saturday. you see, what they call madness, i call truth. and maybe the reason for my lines today its not the same for yours, in that sunday. i guess it was just a ... i hope not. its incredibly charming, like mistakes or incomplete answers, the unspoken truths, the subtended intentions, a different air to breathe with different colours too [...] i only fall for words and today, its not saturday and its not a special day, i'm just blue and nothing could take this away but, with no apparent reason, i fell for your words and i'm pretty sure you understood.
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