Eduardo and I jump around the room to the sound of "1812 Overture", the Tschaikovski courtyard of cypress, pine and eucalyptus trees, back of my house, who is the superhero now? Me or you? Dogs barking prisoners, our sisters get bored and go play with dolls, Oh, my dear friend, nobody really understood our trips out of ourselves, I think one day you too tired and I was alone here, That would be a nice epitaph
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