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Jul 2011
I can't tell if I'm strange
or make my words
rearrange|When I'm
living in the night

We shall become joyfully
in this blasphemy full of
hippocracy| this time
is not your future
**just the beginning
Vincent De Roeck
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Vincent De Roeck
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