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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-01-05 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | I opened a door two days ago And i remembered you and love. And i opened another one... And saw you and me. I was going from one room to another And kept opening doors. And i was looking for something I can't remember what. Black and white butterflies Wereflying in front of my eyes. I received some of them I chased away the others. I ran and came back from my way And the butterflies came after me. They were following me and chasing me, But i slammed every door after me up to the last one, and no butterflies could get me! Im waiting now for new doors to appear, To disclose their secrets.
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