Title: Opcional

Text: I hate to type, but the words are like the wind. Swept away when you talk, and drawn in when you listen. So your breath is saved to talk, a perfect speech for another day. But it may just end up to stay. In the head of yours. Of course who would listen to such morse. Cada párrafo será una prueba.

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