We have done our best to worsten the world.
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We have done our best to worsten the world.
I went down, giving you my arm, at least one million of stairs and now that you are no more here it's the void on every step.
If the air narrated me about you I would want to lose myself in the wind, there I would listen to your words and sighs, there I would be close to your soul and to the warmth of your heart.