She's there, so pretty as in my dreams
Those days, those animals drank hates
Her clothes had been opened to your eyes
Their bites were ripping our weak strings
He's out, so frenzied as spring-like predator
Those clouds, those swine posters were sweets
His despicable sunrise faded away the reason
Their flights got darker, the hesitant first steps
What are you memory of the indecency?
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