"It's a mistake you always made --
Trying to love
A wild thing.
You musn't give your heart
To a wild thing.
The more you do,
The stronger they get;
Until they're strong enough
To fly into a tree,
Then to higher trees,
Then to the sky..."
Escapandonos.
Siempre escapandonos;
Flotando entre las nubes
Que nos llevan lejos.
No-name slobs:
No-where beings.
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