Behind the curve picks the hub bell from the promontory with a hole in the heart and the sky and the eye lights. Want to escape, It covers us in rags for a restless dream. What is the house sometimes it's just a case return is just where we expected I see my home and you walk past others intended to counter. In you ... I have not found refreshment I have found no welcome So here I go another way to seek the true essence. AUTHORS: Fabio Caporalello, Umberto F. M. Cefalà, Tiziana Porcelli, Hexon Xon
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