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Emotions running through the pace of time
Resting on sweet scenting air
It all seems so easy
You took my dreams and environment.
But I'm able to smile again
You're so called "sweet wine "
You have given (it to) me
It is served now by sensual hands.
And time passes (by)...
It is not hard anymore
The water is not deep
And I can see the precious ground.
Swallow it like the mouth of squander
And indifference
Is the last gloomy see
Radiance, truth and positivity.
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