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May 2019
Do you remember how often I used to tell you about the holes that he left on my soul ?
Lately, I’ve felt how the golden lights passed through them,
that’s when I knew, the light comes from your eyes.
Written by
Luna  18/F
     --- and Bogdan Dragos
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