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Lost in Light
We are nothing but a collection of days
Every day passes and some of us go
While we do not know what will happen tomorrow. What is the meaning of our life
Life is like smoke
which was briefly visible and disappeared
When cigarettes live alone
inhibition he returned to a lips
When feelings live alone
In parentheses he is in the heart of the Poet
there is always a shadow of meaning in every destiny of destiny
Fly tobacco children
your mother has surrendered herself to burn in forbidden love
along with the fire that made it ash
you and the fire will disappear into a place you do not know
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