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Jun 2016
i hear the sound, metal clashing from the swings at the end of my street
i hear the sound, birds from the tree across my window
i hear the sound kids laughing , screaming of joy.

i used to be the sound
i used to be the sound
*i used to be the sound of this strange strange world
wishing upon falling moons
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wishing upon falling moons  The Netherlands
(The Netherlands)   
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   NuBlaccSoul
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