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By it dosent matter Date: 2002 Aug 21 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.21.23.51.2955]] |
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where will you be when she comes lost out there amongst the rain fighting all just to become calmer now wet to replace all the rage where will you be when she is near lost within all of your pain frightened almost too much to bear hurtin now hiding from what you have made where will you be when she you touch lost so without her here fighting yourself to hold her close gentler now finding at last feelings of hope |