It’s So Little What you know is so little what you know of me what you know are my clouds is my quietness are my gestures what you know is the sadness of my house seen from outside are the shutters of my sadness is the foyer of my sadness But you know nothing at the sum sometimes you think that it’s so little what I know of you what I know are your clouds is your quietness are your gestures what I know is the sadness of your house seen from outside are the shutters of your sadness is the foyer of your sadness But you don’t call But I don’t call.
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