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Antοnis: It's been faulty from the start.
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Antοnis: Entre la nuit, la nuit et l'aurore.
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Antοnis: With just a mumbled hello.
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Antοnis: We ride ghost horses.
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Antοnis: Sonnet to the fall
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Antοnis: And if we wake from dreams?
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Antοnis: Echoes.
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Antοnis: The end of winter.
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Antοnis: {*}
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Antοnis: *
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Antοnis: Momentary Bliss.
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Antοnis: Whispers.
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Antοnis: Where you gonna run to now?
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Antοnis: *
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Antοnis: The ocean.
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Antοnis: Doors open wide.
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Antοnis: You've grown so old in my dreams.
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Antοnis:
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Antοnis: Blindness
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Antοnis: And if you want me to lie, then I will.
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Antοnis: Requiem for a dying angel.
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Antοnis: A random chain of events.
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Antοnis: Snakebite.
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Antοnis: Half way there.
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Antοnis: The ancient fear and agony.
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Antοnis: What is and what should never be.
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Antοnis: What would we’ve become if we’d done differently back then?
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Antοnis: The unbearable necessities of a lost Sunday.
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Antοnis: Worlds above and worlds below.
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Antοnis: A candle thar burns twice as bright...