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Lacking the joy of a ride you get wealthy at time. You are ready to spend time without counting it, allowing yourself its waste even by just fooling around. Your gaze stops at your shadow that plays in its path, flowing over the flowers, caressing them and disappearing over them as if it were the sea. You live in a fairytale trying to become the shadow of your own shadow.
My Brightest Diamond ( Nina Simone Cover ) Feeling Good
