My mind in the cross like the butterfly puts in place the nude.
Like the butterfly of the cross, my beauty puts in place the nude.
The sunlight just of my beauty being removed, and my shield of the wind you went away
Protect me. When it pulls freely, I lose everything excluding my essence. I
Freedom is obtained, what kind of cost it is huge. As for that because of me it is restricted there is pined
The place where it looks eternally from the jail of my free range? The highest where I am locked
The tower which is removed from the window sea which fights and shops pain
Death. Or murder wandering about is attached to defense, I should by my is pulled freely, is
Seeking the new wing? Large number and the solder insufficiency where is the bottle…
If it actualizes with the storm of drifting of my cocoon I to calmness,…
There is a dream of the flight which is best to the larva.
There is no imagination which is managed in the writer. They must depend on the human,
Stage for direction. As for those of control from experience, or you write
Recognition. As for me be clear thing is desired what which I write
Only I have known that the majority does not obtain joke even with weeping form
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