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Jan 2018
Sorry, it’s cold outside
Can I just stay here for a little while?
By morning, I promise I’d be gone
Not disturbing you anymore

Sir, just wait a little while
I’m cold, I’m dying
Where’s my mama, sir?
You told me that she’s here

The truth has been spoken, my child
Your mama no longer with us
With God she is now
No one will hurt her now
Januar
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Januar  25/M
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   Fawn, --- and Lior Gavra
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