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Mar 2015
If
If you ever come to my town,  pass through the streets where I walked. Breathe the air that caressed my lips. Talk to people who mean something in my life. Looking for me in the park where our youthful days asleep. Remember the secret kiss and unfulfilled promises.
Vesna
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