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Stirring
Reliving an eternity
I am the blind sheep
In winter
Old and tired
Any sunrise might take me
By its loving warmth
Down in the valley and
Forgotten
I wait
For someone to remember
I am the blind sheep
In winter
Old and tired
Any sunrise might take me
By its loving warmth
Down in the valley and
Forgotten
I wait
For someone to remember
Published 7th Jun 2019
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