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In this night you sink, You wait for an answer, which will not come any more. How far are you gonna take this strange carousel, You turn around aimlessly. Love is a spell, created by mortals, Don't forget, You are alive. And It is time to shine.
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
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In this night you sink, You wait for an answer, which will not come any more. How far are you gonna take this strange carousel, You turn around aimlessly. Love is a spell, created by mortals, Don't forget, You are alive. And It is time to shine.
WHEN DID YOU START TELLING YOURSELF IT IS TOO LATE TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE....OR LET SOMEONE ELSE TELL YOU IT WAS...DO YOU HAVE A DREAM...A CAUSE...SOMETHING THAT MEANS SOMETHING TO YOU
laurent
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
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