Poezie
Long ago, my love
Little song for N.
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See, the shadow of you hands on my pillow
Clean illusion of empthiness, glases, dark glases on the windowboard
Storm of thousand guitars
Pouring, pouring in my lonely blood- Bossa Nova
Don\'t come back without the onion of love
Till then I\'ll prepare a dinner for three- Fight, Hope and Desesperation
Long ago is always now, my love
Dying is, not sharing with You
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