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Brane Mozetič

• Can you hear it, Dave, that noise outside
• Do you see fingers through the dark
• Friday is the day you think of death
• It seems that missiles have lit up the sky
• it's midnight almost and I silently stare
• Love Ana, Ljubljana is a nightmare
• Loving you frightens me
• The dog runs about the meadow as I watch
• They wouldn't give anything to help me
• What happened?
• When I arrive