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Jun 2014
Our fortune is the open sky,
clouds come and go, and in our
darkest hours, stars come by
as shinier and they tower
high over and above us
thus
don't get frightened because
the road is long and boring.
along the way we choose
and we find exploring
to give us far more views.
cut me some slack
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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