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| American Nights |
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| Cable lines and Rows |
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| Ivy in Winter Bliss |
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| Church Trees |
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| Freedom |
Weeping weeks hit city streets as the sky opens up it’s mind
Sorrow, sympathy and solace it finds
Past packs it’s piles in stacks
Bare racks
Leaving an empty soul behind
The richness of cleansing helps us rewind
Millions of memories for all of mankind
Drops of passion penetrate modern compassion
Historical values hibernate between high rises and false surprises
The sky will cry for our pain, as it is the only way to explain our fears
JoJo
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