Until now I still tried to awake from my dream,
which for me didn't realize that you're no longer mine,
although the liver will never be able to forget you and every tear drop that falls brace miss me on the beautiful shadow,
of jokes your laughter,
the beauty of sorrow in our memories.
Duka - Last Child
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