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Oct 2020
those are black nights
in black days
here in africa
just in the voice of wild jungles,
I'm standing by my dry feelings
looking for the stars lights,
I have to run and run
Through the trees of dreams
out of the hell
no mercy
no death
just a great lies
in the black nights
Written by
amal
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