I love it when my life is like a song.
Especially as brilliant as this one.
This song is almost as old as me. I've loved it since I heard it for the first time.
Painfully true. Heartbreaking. Beautiful.
Nie, nie możesz teraz odejść.
Bierzesz mi ostatnią wodę, żar pustyni pali mnie.
Bezlitosna, płowa pustka.
Mam spękane, suche usta.
Pocałunekmój to krew.
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