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Feb 2021
the sky is boring when you're not here with me
the sun, although bright, is without luster
more than ever your memories do shine

the murmur of your tragedy is overwhelming
yet I find comfort in this solitude
Written by
Franz Bruck  25/Montreal
(25/Montreal)   
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