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Mar 2015
I guess rite now you could say
that I am fallen down
I'm broken now
forgotten abandoned to your sound
but its beautiful
your voice its almost sinful
forgotten no more grace
you tack me home and brake my face
Open
my tears fall down but I'm not going to die in vain
only broken for the moment
I don't know how to keep it together
But I will always remember
Yes the dead will always remember
Andie May ostrander
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