Romyka Mars*:
Where the skies are so blue
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Golden Clouds
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Your mother wouldn't like it ...
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Looking up in the sky
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Relax. This Story Isn't Over Yet
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Today would be a lovely day to be a butterfly
Romyka Mars*:
Everything is always created twice, first in the mind and then in reality