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Jul 2013
I've seen the wind that you can feel,
and it was magical.
I've been in places that you  dream,
it is tragical.
The beauty, the passion, and your relieve,
it was nothing,
compared to what we can truly feel.
As I can see those shadows,
Now dancing, being free.
I wonder if you could ever,
Run after what you believe.
Doll
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Doll
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