Love
Love
Love

Memory of our
Engagements, in battle
Memory of words
Flow of size, a fire of flaws
Memories of May's emotions
That alarmed all the grounds and
Support the world "to love"
With the strength of our wrists, of love

Love
All the pains are the same
When we love
From the similar to the pale
Love the dregs, the anamour
What better when we bleed
I love the "I" of love
Whether it rains or it comes

Memory of Palermo
That rises in the sky
Memory of a sun
A single being penetrates me
Under reflex, I pose bare
I am overexposed, nothing excites me
'Pose more than to the unknown
I ask him if love is tender

Love
All the pains are the same
When we love
From the similar to the pale
Love the dregs, the anamour
What better when we bleed
I love the "I" of love
Whether it rains or it comes

Memory of our
Engagements, in battle
Memory of words
I ask him if love is tender

Love
All the pains are the same
When we love
From the similar to the pale
Love the dregs, the anamour
What better when we bleed
I love the "I" of love
Whether it rains or it comes

Love
All the pains are the same
When we love
From the similar to the pale
Love the dregs, the anamour
What better when we bleed
I love the "I" of love
Whether it rains or it comes

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