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Cold Asphalt and the Nameless Perfume

We make too much plans. Plans that we know, inside, deep inside, would not be met, plans were made to fill that empty night, while the wind out of the hall fill every space, ignored only by our beers in half. Yesterday I had a dream, I do not think I came to tell you, maybe you will never know.

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