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May 2015
Oh pure soul of mine
You ask too much
You give too much
You love,
     You give,
         You accept.

You found the Divine Truth
where everything is such a lie.
How can you raise
when no one sees you fly.
How can you cry
in this world full of heads down.
Who to ask
when everybody lives to die
TheBigShut
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TheBigShut  Bosnia and Hercegovina
(Bosnia and Hercegovina)   
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