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May 2015
We

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we come down from the mountain
We come down ( walkin slow ) ......

...... to the town below

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( we who climbed the mountain )

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The winds that heal

Are in the hills

But we are not



She kept staring at her ***** saying

I KNOW IF I CRAM THE RIGHT GUY UP THERE
EVERYTHING  WILL BE ALRIGHT !



We wallow in the blood of our
Self-desecration

And drink so thirsty

Each other 's tears

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The healing winds

Are in the hills

But we are not

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This is not going to end well

You know
Written by
jeffrey robin
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