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The church bell is ringing, I have this strange feeling to go to church? Im sitting near the balcony, witnessing the fall of dusk in this god forsaken city More and more lights go on, turning peoples lifes into a fools paradise Traffic? Like always, filling every ******* space. Thats it back to my routine.
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Evenings
The church bell is ringing, I have this strange feeling to go to church? Im sitting near the balcony, witnessing the fall of dusk in this god forsaken city More and more lights go on, turning peoples lifes into a fools paradise Traffic? Like always, filling every ******* space. Thats it back to my routine.
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
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