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To Start Anew
I pass my time looking at the sky
imagining coloured clouds
Now I write with no words
without a reason, without goals
Think that love is a season
of shelter and cold
between me and you,
between us two
If your heaven is my hell
now it’s time to bid a farewell
When you silently cry out ...
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