to my friends in California,
my eyes are gray when they see you, only love your Ladios know on again, and I can seeyour reality, your sweet reality, every beat makes me live, you make me breathe.
And I look away, and left to see color, only the gray spots of your shadow, do not leave me,and do not breathe, So it feels to die? .....
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