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My Olivia
If I ever touch the ground
I will fall with your love
try my pain, find my soul.
Fly and only find my eyes
blind and tired blurry and
kind I will find you,
I will touch you,
your shape, I remember
from long ago,
introduce new me,
cry and fly to new highs,
there is nothing here
my Olivia.
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Davorin Pasovic
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