Create each night with your sight,
This conversation turns into love at sight,
One married man is one married woman
In a heavenly splendour of art and nothing.
It is like the sending to mirrors of the earth
And the return of a greater purpose,
This it is like.
One shop or restaurant opens each day.
My resting is effective like the end of an eye,
My gallows are ready, my hunger has jolted
The spirit of eating once again,
Leave the shop and never come back!
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