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Jan 2010
Once it was strange and I was afraid,
No more, familiar, my bed I made.
Cold in the night, cold in the day
Time is lost, I lost my way.

Sometimes I smile when her rays hit me,
This rare occurrence reminds me I'm free.
Choose I can, to stay or to run.
How I long for my skin in the sun.
Written by
dawid
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