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There are people for everything
there are things that are told
and they seem true
it's a question of hormones
they say they're leaving
but they stay
I'm still the same
I remain as I am
perhaps deteriorated
and the bitter feeling on the palate
a week never passes
with the same neuropathy
they made me
br/>a perverse couplet
you were absent
when I was sleeping
have I missed something? perhaps
the silver coins detached
from the kiss to the jailer of my heart
I remain the same
but as is
perhaps deteriorated
that never leave the role uninhabited
another rhythm another beat
sea rhymes
the great theater of the world
must continue
if we do not get madness
(calling the crazy planet) - Shuarma
while the wait fades away
the war will have to be considered lost
and return to forbidden pleasures
or private ones for the needy
br/>I remain the same
I continue as I am
perhaps deteriorated
and the bitter suburb on the palate
another rhythm, another rhythm
sea rhymes
the great theater of the world
must continue