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Aug 2019
My mood is gone for passing up
My foil is ruptured in the spot
Will your heart respect my own goods?
Can you opportune in the moods?
Fill yourself to go and wait
For better times are always great

My cup is full, so fill it up
You’ve seen the movies and drank a lot
Do you understand the demands?
Do you complicate with the plans?
Find the war inside your heart
The patience is a work of art
Written by
Trout  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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