plays the radio and I wake up in the beautiful song
try to do something if
was raining and instead it's sunny, so
begins today is the first Monday of
world and I closed the door behind him and now go down
turn the leaves in the wind
white plastic bags
the thoughts of yesterday and our words do not do more harm
and so yes, today is the first Monday of the world
I closed the door behind him now falling
what shall I do now?
want to remain or want to go?
want it to stand or want to fall down?
down on the first Monday of the world,
walking walking shoes do not do more harm
our words are not new anymore
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