This hobby of being in love with you without knowing
This hobby of wandering in circles looking for you and fail
This mania
entangled in the web of three-fingered hands arms
castrated tree seedlings mouths of coal
not just to discover you turned
This mania be in love with you and not finding
you exist "? I know you exist, you exist
When you arrive you will recognize and will always spring custodiaré
because the sun in my pocket
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