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Tuesday, July 22, 2003
- 11:28 PM
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I have slept along the fire which
Consumes the coming dawn,
Now I miss the sweetest baby
Time has ever made long gone.
And even though as if we're birds
We can learn to change our song,
I still can't stitch up one single hole
Made by all that I've done wrong.
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