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Feb 2015
My heart bleeds
the darkest ink
your words are too kind
I will not survive

You lifted me up
too high in the sky
above the clouds
sun shines so bright

and shall I fall
I will fall forever
and I hope to die
because I don't want to live without you.
Jan Harak
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Jan Harak  Czech Republic
(Czech Republic)   
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