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Mar 2015
Quiet
quiet nights
like these I stand
amid the breeze
and wonder
i remember you
in walking
i could weep
but Iā€™m afraid
my stomach is
turning
for your voice
deep and bright
true, my strength
-
Anna
Written by
Anna  Minneapolis
(Minneapolis)   
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