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Streets made of gold
People made of stone
Heartless and cold
Pretending they're bored
Smiles, a hint of anger
They love to defy danger
Growing up, they fear this most
Where their age
Turns them into ghosts
Young forever
To others, it's how we live
Forgetting what we actually believe
And that the future is in our hands
With all the love we'll share
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Find Yourself
Poezja"Somewhere over the rainbow I wanna sing with the blue birds too" {Find Yourself: Somewhere} 🌔 Hell...
