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Dec 2016
In my room late at night i think of you and your sad eyes and i ask the stars to bring you back to me.
When i wake up in the night i think of you and your sweet lies but i beg the clouds to guide you home.
You came back yet you walked through hell and promised me you'll stay.
Written by
Natalia Spiteri  Malta
(Malta)   
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