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3 years ago I met Gold,
Who is precious as the name shows.
For me he will always remain psycho,
Who loves to eat chilli potatoes....
With open eyes he plan a visit to Spain,
He sometimes use too much his brain...
Laugh and smile but never show his pain....
Play his guitar to felt great....
I hate when I missed him so bad,
But he's my Dada (brother),m glad .....
Lights off,counter strike on,
Wake up at noon with headphones on.....
Good life is what he usually listen....
I still have doubt how can he be so decent.....
i know ...
No one can compete with this droll....
Yeah exactly, thats how's my owl....
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Published on December 23, 2015
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