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May 2015
Spring breeze, come in
I've grown tired of the cold and this standstill
Spring breeze, when I was yours
The cold didn't mean a thing
So strong my heart was

Spring breeze, where will memories go
when the cold winds still blow?
Spring breeze, I will let you in
Though, the cold still possess' my skin
So strong my heart, once was
translation of one of my swedish poems
Sebastian
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