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Sep 2016
Do not give my words back
Because they are yours
(Because you are inexcusably
And they are the mirror)
Do not give my words back
For they are the pain
Washed over by summer rain
(Love lost found and lost again
In dirt Lying burning in vein)
Jozef Vizdak
Written by
Jozef Vizdak  Prague
(Prague)   
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