I would like? Being on a hill
W? We breathe miraculous air
Where? The wind is there? By the way, you c? Line
O? The horizon blends into the blue
Here is everything smoke? E
Everything is gray, everything is houses
And the pains pass? Are
All stagnant in my prison
Each stone tells a story
A sad story? Dying
And tiny, inglorious dramas
O? We cry over memories
I would like? Being on a hill
W? We breathe miraculous air
Where? The wind is there? By the way, you c? Line
O? The horizon blends into the blue
I write sad numbers
On a large white register
And in this d? Sad horn
There are some who are happy
But my heart knows martyrdom
I need space? Are?
And the noise of the machines? ? Screaming
Torments me until? Cry
I would like to? Be ready? S of a river? Re
O? The sun casts trembling reflections
On the green grass at the edge of a clearing? Re
While white flakes pass through the sky
I know that we can live
Far from the cities, far from the streets
I have read in many books
br/>What I didn't know
I would like a fi? You take me away
And take me away? Don't for a while
And sometimes I would like to? Dead
Buried? E, in the middle of the fields
I would like? To be on a hill
Soul without body in the miraculous air
Floating at will? From the breeze it? Line
Towards the horizon that fades into the blue

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