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The monkey state, jungle mentality
faces with words , faces with cries
A strange knot of struggle
A power of lies
I feel tears, fears
and winds are blowing
while rusty voices overgrowing
the tenderness from heart to heart
The light of ages, the clear waters
Rivers flow right from the start
and at the windows of our souls
there flies a miracle into the dark
Feathers all over
the glow of a spark
somewhere in the past
the song of a lark
Josefa
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| Auteur: ReBelle | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 21 januari 2018 | ||
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