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Jun 2019
Lover of the sun
You always look young
For centuries
you've been looking up
In the morning you wake up
and  looking down
waiting for the sun
to come down
waiting for the night
to pass by
Asking the moon
what to say
when the morning comes

Good morning again, Mr. Sun
raquezha
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raquezha  28/M/Iriga City
(28/M/Iriga City)   
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