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I could be scattered to the wind like snowflakes in a storm my sunken soul shattered and my body aching worn as my spirit is sent rising for another day to dawn upon an empty heaven where the ghosts have stole the key.

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david-bell

English

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Written by

david-bell

English

Published: Mar 26, 2012
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