Again I'm away, I'm in a world strange to me.
is day and my soul feel it is time to dream. Accustomed to look
Peace River,
miss the beauty my eyes
and contact with what is not seen and not touched.
But in an oversight, I stole a poem
this gray day. Now it seems
is not so far that trip
promised to the world of letters. Only
I strip me of this costume
skin, otherwise it will make my mind.
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