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I am awake,
6 O’ Clock, the magical not lit day,
silence sway swagger all over the place.
A dance without music.
The times are magical,
the sky full of promise,
nothing went wrong yet,
this virgin believe.
Law’s don’t apply yet,
because there is nobody to be seen.
I am keen on drinking the quietness,
were thoughts sound loud,
but tend to crawl
illuminated in the sunrise,
my mind sleeps still,
all is certain,
everything is possible

 

 

 

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