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Apr 2015
This will not break me
I may posses a wooden heart
Which bobs along through tempest
And calm
But you'll never find me wrecked on the bottom
Weighed down
Fighting for air
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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