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Aug 2014
Black clouds , grey smoke of fire
Fast white river flowing in this blue sea
It's that one person I admire
The one person , who holds the key
That lock , closing my soul
This ticking clock , and this changing weather
Makes me think that the lie is "forever"
Written by
Blendi Pajaziti
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   AJ
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