Come down to us slowly and silently, hold me tight and then you will be my bride. I do not know who you are. Fog that appears mysterious tell me if you will change everything.
I don't know who you are; a gray veil that encloses every single emotion of the people that you hide as if you were protecting the thoughts of tomorrow and yesterday.
Don't disappear. Don't leave me here. But why, but why is there no fog this winter. I hope that, I hope that the sun never shines for me. I don't know who you are; the light and shadow of a vague memory that I can see projected in the fog as if it could be ten years old or a hundred or a thousand.
Don't disappear. Don't leave me here. But why, but why is there no fog this winter. I hope that, I hope that the sun never shines for me.
I don't know why, because I like this embrace, this sweet sensation makes everything seem immersed in an astonished torpor that both calms you and scares you.

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