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my time is coming
Slighly near my edge in death
Not a lost soul but dead spirit,
Deep down my valuable heart
Sensitive to the clod world
Where I need warmth and
Security, no one open there
Hands I cry for help and god
Came the first time i'd smiled
My life change.
Not a lost soul but dead spirit,
Deep down my valuable heart
Sensitive to the clod world
Where I need warmth and
Security, no one open there
Hands I cry for help and god
Came the first time i'd smiled
My life change.
Published 21st Apr 2010
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