Siamo i figli di mezzo della storia, senza scopo né posto. Non abbiamo la grande guerra né la grande depressione. La nostra grande guerra è quella spirituale, la nostra grande depressione è la nostra vita.
I'm laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself
A lot of hope in a one man tent
There's no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm.
Juliet,when we made love you used to cry,you said I love you like the stars above,I love you 'till I dye,there's a place for us...you know the movie song...when you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong...
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