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The rain made a mess of my town,
the rainbow shines like a child wearing a Cinderella costume, walking in the park with nothing but instant love in my pockets, I wish to draw the line between God and humans, through multicolored balloons and pink lollipops, I forgot how sunset tastes on my skin, and how the divine algebra sounds like when I go to bed. Don't forget to write!, said one of my friends, I will miss you, you know that, my road is short, I'm just an Ulenspiegel in this town, exposing my back to everyone. Childhood and romance, two spices needed for instant love, tap-tap-tap, another episode of my life repeated, why must time show us we are getting old? I am falling in love in each town, with every love song that I hear, your writing is too crowded to notice it, yes, we all should smile more often and lose our crowns on the back seat of the car.
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