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Darling...
time flies through your tiny balcony in that foreign town heavy schedules of weeks and months light and dark spots in your calendar gladness and grief in your soul late driving on empty highways laughter echoes in white and blue studio those exhausted nights seem never cease have you ever missed me...
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