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Jun 2015
when the sun set on this
tiny german town we set out
we were forced to believe
nothing could stop us
and there was no sadness
or anger or madness or danger
then the sun returned
making a liar of that
recklessly whispering liquor
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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