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Jul 2017
Memories and beautiful days. Stories no more like thousand nights!

I have seen life and I tasted love. I tasted years of heart suffering!

It is written on me to heal wounds. To heal people so I can find comfort!

I roamed in countries, countries, countries. I haven’t found lovers, haven’t found
Lovers!

It is written on me to say songs, and my eyes would be with the night’s stars!

I would send messages (letters) and I would receive messages (letters) and the heart gets melted, the heart gets melted!

Years passed us by and the tears hurt our eyes!

After I lived for years as a traveler, it must for my heart to rest one day!
I don't think I miss things. I think to miss something is to hope that it will come back, but it's not coming back.
Written by
Jouri
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   AidaDonn
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