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Feb 2015
You
You make me shy,
you make me cry,
you the Reason i Wanna die.

You make me shine,
you make me blind,
you make me Wanna fly.

You gave me time,
you gave me life,
you gave me a reason to stay alive.

You gave up hope,
you gave me a rope,
you gave me every reason to go.

Go away,
but stay alive,
spread your wings and fly up high
Asta Viola Bro
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Asta Viola Bro  Denmark
(Denmark)   
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   Joseph Schneider
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