The Algorithm – Lines 7198 to 7202 

Some of us are out of it, it is too late,

And happiness is the sweet thing to break,

And being so, you will have to keep your life,

Even if you love me.

The eyes inside this orange curly were red,

Like the eyes of my dreams. I’m not sure

If the blonde-haired sea could be seen.

And here, where the world has gone wrong,

If my silence broke the ice but if it helped

To make me want a certain privileged silence.

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