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Clouds, Summer Rain and Tears

Once two hearts have put some distance between them, their paths may not cross again.

Dead, but look alive.

Stark Naked.

Ein Luftschloss auf Wolke 7

Predators, too, may be preyed on.

Fighting may be inevitable, but futile, when you're up against yourself.

How art thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!

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Because all those who wander are not lost.