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Mar 2020
When i remember your love ,
I weep,and when i hear people talking of you,
Something in my chest where there is nothing much happiness grave ,
Now move on as you moved in sleep.


Anglesa
Written by
Parisa
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       Bogdan Dragos, Jules and Khoisan
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