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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2012-05-06 | | “And she put herself another cup of coffee” And she stands alone outside the broken wall Wandering if she can fight back The faith of living When everything it seems to lose control And she put herself another cup of nothing, Watching as the sun is going down Smiling and pretending to be happy Cheers my God, I have the Heaven’s door! And she put herself another cup … and over What is done It looks undone! Only I am standing in the corner Want to help “But tell me, how?” “Help yourself, I’m offering you a cup of coffee Let the water flash away the pain I’ll be fine Don’t worry, I’m not pretending Just help me to go down with the sun!”
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