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Mar 2015
I don't want to ask the question anymore
It's not my place, I've let it go
And even though I've said too much already
I've found the strength to tell me no
It's not like I control a person's seasons
The winter comes and then it ends
But as the snow becomes the melted waters
In you forever I've a friend
It took this long for me to get here
A place I should have always been
I guess it's time to let you speak now
I guess it's time I let you in
sometimes you have to stop and listen
Olga Valerevna
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Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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