Oh simple thing where have you gone. I'm getting old and I need something to rely on. So tell me when you're gonna let me in. I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin. I came across a fallen tree. I felt the branches of it looking at me. Is this the place we used to love? Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?   & . & . & . &

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Wednesday, 12 February 2003
11:24pm

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