For the dark cloud,
I guarantee my heart,
I light in my veins
the flames of the surprise,
The thirst rages on,
At the edge of burning,
The dark cloud
looks for protection by me
it slaughters the fires
In the guillotine of the rain,
For the dark cloud,
I guarantee my heart,
I rise in the water tank
The purity of the flame
From smoke
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Ghazala elhrizi
Picture cordero de bolanos
https://www.francescorderodebolanos.com/smoke—humo.html
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