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I fill my life in a suitcase all my memories lay headed for the higher ground this migration leaves me questioning will all the others be found? I don't dare look behind me a pillar of salt I'll be if you don't walk with me I'm brave, I'm for certain that I'll make it there we will join them where they live care free finally, rejoined with others our lost sisters and brothers come home.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
Over the escalator
I fill my life in a suitcase all my memories lay headed for the higher ground this migration leaves me questioning will all the others be found? I don't dare look behind me a pillar of salt I'll be if you don't walk with me I'm brave, I'm for certain that I'll make it there we will join them where they live care free finally, rejoined with others our lost sisters and brothers come home.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
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