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With friendship take this message I send you through the night,
The hour when got crazy and when it stopped the counting. A swarm of butterflies I had snowed up on my shoulder And there was no inside and was also no outside. I by retail was crying the words foreign to me A loneliness flood hiding inside a nook of life, From time to time was sighing the desert paths of ice. The winter I was crying, the cold that starts to be. With friendship take this message I send you from the Pole, May that arrive to you like a mild and silent kissing Of flowers falling slowly from trees, forever missing Some butterflies attempting to get by flight your soul.
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