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Dec 2014
The night is dark.
I am slowly laying my head to rest
Please do not disturb
The old moss growing on the rocks
The songs echoes through my mind
Let them subside there forever
My obligations are fulfilled
The moss already grows in my hair
Written by
Jenta Kaprifol
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