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Oct 2014
Ballad ran through my head and emotion cried.A miracle I have always expected from the bluemoon.since rain fell in my eye lake the only sight I had
were blurred even fresher fog were bleak.sky blue on clouds,if I wait probably all fate will reach me and blues will die from
solitude.This is just a way into the greenwood.I had always wanted the blues night
Written by
LilTeny  Benin
(Benin)   
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