Hello Bosny my old friend.... I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision, softly creeping. Left it's seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision - that was planted in my brain. Still remains. Within the sound, of silence.
...anndd IIIIII EEE IIII WILL ALLLWAAAYYSSS LOVVVEEE YOUUU OHOOHOOOOOO
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