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Jan 2015
Death, come now on burdened wings
Life, flies away like the one of a light
Now, we can sleep the night
Just as ours could never bring

Love, shines to that of free
Pain, could never see that of being happy
So, to dance on our shoes
And our hearts are bruised
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   Anonymistress, --- and Kate Irons
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