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Mar 2017
Please, don't speak
I've heard too much
I can't go back
To the way I thought

You lied to me
Told me boy  
You have infinity
Hold onto dreams
You'll always be

You now tell me,
That I grow Old?
And I die Weak?
In a Bed?
Where I can't Speak?

I will never see
The man I'll be
Before I'm free

Naught die alone
I 'll be alive
Beneath the stone

And you'll have me,
Wherever you go.
Jack Savage
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Jack Savage  26/Wolf Bay
(26/Wolf Bay)   
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