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EastInWesterns'eart
written by: Mary
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if the weather's not right,
shouldn't be telling a bird to fly
synthetic sky knows no sun
words aren't feathers embracing the hights
hights aren't to be looked from the ground
and if non of it's real, why does it hurts me
if You don't exist,
knit my crown fingers of fantasy
do butterflies belong to another reality,
where is the sense of this insanity
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