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There is a love that passes by us
 Without us noticing
 Neither it knows nor do we know….
 Why does a rose in an old wall make us homeless…..
 And a girl cries at the bus stop
 She bites an apple then cries and laughs:
 “Nothing, nothing more….
 From a bee that passed through my blood….






 
  
  
  
  
 
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