Now yes, I am as I want
In a present of pure feeling
Without living at the pace of the minute hand
Finally wasting only time
My treasure can be seen
Even if it's just for me
But it leaves me calm
And you finally feel that story
And there is one more twist left
It may be a bit ephemeral
It will be a matter of short-lived practice
For me what a dream is for another
A trick on the 21st through the floor
A hug for the starting shot
Only then will I be happy and I am more mine
Happy to see this hit sound
And my dear mister hide will die like this
And Sherlock Homes will triumph
Causing misfortune for me
Where papillon, he kept money
br/>I don't know very well how to kick hard in the middle
And I don't know when to shoot to place
But that's not going to change
I'm always going to be the first to kick
Break schemes of those who always remain silent
Scream even a single truth
And challenge Lucifer as a visitor
Even if I have the odds to lose
I feel the wind blowing me again
Hearing the ideal phrase
I fall stopped more than necessary
And if I stumble it is no longer fatal because I know that
There is one more twist left
Maybe a bit of the ephemeral
It will be a question of practicing ephemerality
For me what for another is a dream
Having my brothers as friends
Having my friends as brothers< br/>To know that the past is never in vain
And that I am never missing a navel
Having to live in the north and come across the sky
Finding the taste of defeat
That grandfather's pills have been invented
And of course the 20 that explodes
And so my dear Mister Hide will die once and for all
And Sherlock Homes will triumph
Meddling misfortune
Where, papillon, I kept money
I don't know very well how to kick hard in the middle
And I don't know how to throw to place
But yes, it's not going to change
I'm going to I will always be the first to kick
Break schemes of those who always remain silent
Scream even a single truth
And challenge Lucifer as a visitor

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