From the lump of my heart will be over the grass at midnight and the morning shall be a gift for the blind. The fisherman will pour a full basket back into the emerald of the sea. The killer will throw a bloody knife and will kiss the stone where one woman her hair is splendid cut to make them birds ... Like a tear after a mysterious blessing will drip light from the rookies ... And at midnight there will be a moment of love.
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