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Blackeberg, Stockholm Let the light ignite my life, Let the sheen be more rife, Let my boat, be on the
Blackeberg, Stockholm Let the light ignite my life, Let the sheen be more rife, Let my boat, be on the
Pune, India Speed of thunder but calmness of rill, Like fear of mighty at the hill. The sugar voice with
Pune, India Sometimes you can’t the predict the charm, Sometimes you misjudge the warmth, Sometimes you don’t look the mere
Goa, India Sometimes fall are the start of new, Sometimes fall have a different view, Sometimes fall is the shade
Phuket, Thailand Urge into the matter which sleeve, Wish the nature which creed to feel. The blueness all around, Just
Goa, India Under the trail of sun, Beside the craze of one, Holding just hand in hand, Under the veil