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Feb 2015
Nothing is a normal name
not that full of shame, hate or someone to blame
roses 're red, voliots 're blue but thier's is nothing to do
i alwys say hi, look up to the sky, share my words & wait for some music kinda look like the blus
yelling as a broking clock claiming she's getting the time right, yes & twice in one day.
YASSINE BAKHTA
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