Oh, days pass by. Miles and miles away from homeland. This book and this feather, and even the black ink so, are my fellows and best friends. Well, what's the rest is living, and living is permit the time pass by me. Let's live and let's leave the time works as well...
Love is passing by and you follow it,
The seasons are going fast and sorrow.
Summer and others will leave you behind
If you don't comprehend that sensations
And dreaming aren't made to understand:
They are just beautiful, fast states of mind.
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