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Dec 2016
I've kept you at the top every heartbeat that I have
and every time I breathe again I wander through our past
I never had to dream when you were holding onto me
but now that you're away my body only chases sleep
I see you with the eyes I cannot close to everything
this world is not the same without the songs you love to sing
I owe you something made of Truth the same you made for us
a token of my gratitude that cannot be undone
my mother always told me, "hope's the last to die my dear"
so I will wait forever with the hope you'll find me here
"We could live off nothing."
Olga Valerevna
Written by
Olga Valerevna  Vladivostok
(Vladivostok)   
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