Last time I saw you we had just split in two: you were looking at me; I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar, but I could not recognize 'cause you had blood on your face, I had blood in my eyes. But I could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul was the same as the one down in mine. That's the pain cuts a straight line
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