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Mar 2015
We used to say goodbye like it was a ritual
Then it became tradition
And as we found ourselves
in future generations of our self
we can't remember the last time

We tread on broken water
the spout in her neck
running dry
No more, no more goodbye
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUjAtYQkFm8
Mosaic
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Mosaic  United States
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     Mosaic, Ariel Baptista and SPT
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