Shrouded in golden leaves,we wait.The world doesnât end at sunsetand only dreamslimit themselves to things.Through a labyrinth of blank hourstime leads us onas autumn fallsover our house, our patio.Shrouded in a relentless fogwe wait, we wait:nostalgia means to live without rememberingthe word we are made of.time virus and crisis is good to know that I have each of you, it’s good to know they’re here for me despite everything and with so many adversities make me very happy your presence in my room and I hope that with my way of being you can make happy each of their hearts remember that I am here for you with the best desire to remove them from the drudgery of their lives to speak and whatever they want(H)

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Shrouded in golden leaves,we wait.The world doesnât end at sunsetand only dreamslimit themselves to things.Through a labyrinth of blank hourstime leads us onas autumn fallsover our house, our patio.Shrouded in a relentless fogwe wait, we wait:nostalgia means to live without rememberingthe word we are made of.time virus and crisis is good to know that I have each of you, it’s good to know they’re here for me despite everything and with so many adversities make me very happy your presence in my room and I hope that with my way of being you can make happy each of their hearts remember that I am here for you with the best desire to remove them from the drudgery of their lives to speak and whatever they want(H)

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