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Aug 2019
During the gloom,
I thought I'd could see the sky blue.
I've spend the night with you,
dancing with the purest thought,
in our dark room.
I've kissed your lips,
like it was the last time;
and then, I'd opened my eyes,
to woke up in the middle of the starry night.

It wasn't real.
Igna V
Written by
Igna V  F/Santiago, CL
(F/Santiago, CL)   
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     Em MacKenzie and Jim Musics
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