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sanna umann


Free Account, paris

missing identity

on second look- and i wonder where you are, when the lights goning out,
you ask for answers of tomorrow, translate it into the night,
no one is listen, the moon is calling home to nowhere,
even children laughter of the sun, like a silent teardrop,
hear me, hear me cause i´m here,
save me from harm in my own innocence,
my fighting spirit is closing,
why could i never leave?
i've got to give it up,
just one look, to make me certain...

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