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Feb 2015
Night has taken you away from me,
Your feathers still lie next to my body,
Sun burns my skin and the wind carries you.

Morning numbs clear thoughts,
Days pass in a wicked circle,
There is no more singing.

In my memory there is sacred place
Specially built for your soul,
And mine thinks it exists, sadly!
Written by
Stjepan Treger  Zagreb
(Zagreb)   
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