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Aug 10
The sky is blue,
the days are black.
No, it's not a song.
It's life.

The grass is greener
on the other side.
No, it's not just a saying.
It's a fact.

One day we'll die,
no matter what.
No, it's not a mourning.
It's hope.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  39/M/United Kingdom
(39/M/United Kingdom)   
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