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Hope

Hope is not yet lost and the air is still not made to breathe.
Sometime, somewhere lit a candle filled out displacing hope.
All desire, all hope-hope on hope and long for the rain.
The sun is shining and the birds are chirping, but yet, happiness is false.




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Publicerad 2012-06-14 06:16



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