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I count the time of my life: I have an internal metronome, embodied in my gestures, that marks my existence. The idea that everything will turn out well in an impossible scenario.
I count the time of my life: I have an internal metronome, embodied in my gestures, that marks my existence. The idea that everything will turn out well in an impossible scenario.
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