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Feb 2021
I remember the day I was asked...

Why do you get up early in the morning?

Having to drive miles and miles only to be able to hike?

I was thinking big
Than come up with this...

By the time I suffer all the sweat climbing up the hills..
While all the dust sticks to my skin...

As I reach higher and higher up

My soul gets washed of all the stain this World has given me..

By the time I reach the summit

Clean and reborn

A simple human stands in front of the Gods...
Villam
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Villam  37/F/UK
(37/F/UK)   
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     ---, Bogdan Dragos and Jester
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