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Jul 2015
We never get to know
How big is the world we live in.

It´s all made of invisible ties,
We pertain to the roots of the past.

And if you look for all you´ve learned
You just see the tip of the iceberg.

If you asked me what love is
I couldn't´t grasp the feeling

Because it´s deeper than I know.
It´s like when you yell at dusk

And your voice echoes.
It never reaches the end.

And so the voice turns to you.
     Zulma, GaryFairy and Mallow
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