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Jan 2014
In thousand years we become extinct
we will fly in nowhere traceless
but now we have  fun  like kings
dancing in sand
telling lore, drinking wine
smoke ****, frying *****
and at nights we sing: I want die
rolanda
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rolanda
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   Jonny Angel
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