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What’s the weather like in New York City ? Is it raining or shining sun ? Are you sleeping in bright stars whisper or relaxing and seeping wine ? In a place made of concrete toughly, kissed by ocean and graced by glass, whom are your prayers about daily ? Whom are you gifting by blessing love ? In a time when high sky is gloomy, in a time when you stay alone, what are you dreaming about Baby or your heart firmly made of stone ?
Early morning is rising maybe,  in a fire of new day sun , tender roses, bathed in a dew drops, are afraid to be warmed by none...
What’s the weather like in New York City ? Is it raining or shining sun ? Doesn’t matter, my Angel Baby, being apart is a killing gun.

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05.05.2019