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Sep 2018
Every cloud less night
I lay down on the cold hard ground
With my face turned towards the shiny yellow stars
And every night I feel at peace  
I feel like that’s where I belong
They once told me:
Our bodies are made of atoms
And every single atom
Were once a star
So maybe I’m not going away
Maybe
I’m going home
Home to where I belong
Maybe...
yellow soul
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yellow soul  20/F/Denmark
(20/F/Denmark)   
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     JL Smith and Anya
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