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It's not about black and white It's a grey Like an earthquakes It's cracking, falling down Some thing blured goes real And the real goes blur It's not a ground anymore nor a land It's a fata morgana It's not a word or a sentences, nor a story But a spell Burning down all the mirage I lived with And take me into the world They called it reality
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Amnesia
It's not about black and white It's a grey Like an earthquakes It's cracking, falling down Some thing blured goes real And the real goes blur It's not a ground anymore nor a land It's a fata morgana It's not a word or a sentences, nor a story But a spell Burning down all the mirage I lived with And take me into the world They called it reality
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Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
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