In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere. — Dejan Stojanovic
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere. — Dejan Stojanovic
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere. — Dejan Stojanovic
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere. — Dejan Stojanovic
In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere. — Dejan Stojanovic
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In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

— Dejan Stojanovic
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