Heavy boots on a thin layer of ice.
And a life orbiting around. Too many things as always too late. Too many toys are broken, too many dreams are useless, too many smiles Have Gone too far, too many hands gone too far away. Memories of secret
dead languages spoken by a population of two. Memories of years
When Life Was Hard But at the end of the day and smile I Could Say It Was Worth com.
Memories of the know many times I let go. In
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