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E 'Alice
forget my cross your face against the
not remember what day it is.
Perhaps years have passed, they say the world will end.
The refuge where you look, four rooms, window cellophane.
Among the food supplies, my heart
closed box and a bag of memories that expired a few days ago. She
like everything else, she too will one day.
It 's my cross forget Alice,
when I get back to the surface can not remember what day it is.
Perhaps years have passed, perhaps the world is already finished.
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