Nobody talk to me in this room, i'm not alone in this room. There's light  near the window and i can see it's really bright. Nobody talk to me even the window. I count the memory, It's hanging on the door. Crumbling!
I cannot stop the way, i cannot stop for beginning all troubles in the of stones. I'm stone, you're stone, we're all stones. Stones that never could talk in crack track. I saw you, I heard you, but in my consciusness, i know the words can stop the longing hard of history.


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