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Oct 2017
When I was a small baby
I used to love the sound of existence
No one was in mood for singing lullabies
So I created them in my mind once.

The helicopters of wars were flying above my flat
I loved so much that butterflies,
I wished I was a flower in their eyes, that
TheyΒ Β settle down on my hands...
Would be nice!
Etoilette
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Etoilette  28/In the sky
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