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Jan 2015
Love is like suffering on purpose
seeking for those moments
When loving doesn't hurt
I'm aiming for a little grace
it's like wandering in an unending space
'Cause it's you who knows where to go
But I can't find the path nor the right choice -
And I'm crying in an empty window
just to embrace the obvious
and catch the last star to fall...
Blind Distance
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Blind Distance
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   --- and Kate Irons
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