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Feb 2019
His heart was a stone
But it still was broken.
(There's no reason why life should
Be good or bad,
Pretty or sad.)
He died like
Cold rain falling.
His heart is now
One with the earth
While she moved on
And flew into the sky.
Jozef Vizdak
Written by
Jozef Vizdak  Prague
(Prague)   
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