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I'm a libertine, I'm a gatain.
I'm so fragile, they're holding my hand.
Moon Ashes, small and more liqué.
Driven by the wind, I write slightly in mist.
Between my dunes are my misfortunes.
I'm a libertine, I'm a gatain.
I'm so fragile, they're holding my hand.
Moon Ashes, small and more liqué.
Driven by the wind, I write slightly in mist.
Between my dunes are my misfortunes.