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Jan 2018
I have lived all of kind of lifes,
All of kind of deaths were happened to me,
But I beg again for your love's prize,
For your love would I become a mummy.

I would not seek for infinite life,
If I would not share it with you my love,
I would not be afraid even of knife,
Even from fire falling from above.
Etoilette
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Etoilette  28/In the sky
(28/In the sky)   
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