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May 2015
Yes it sings
at night in my darkest hour
my mind sings to me
some nights
it will not let me alone
i wake and usauly ****
there is no trees in my bedroom
lay back
and what dose my mind do
it sings
my mind does not know when to leave me alone
so I count sheep
does not help much but at least i tryied
so tonight
mind please *******
let me dream something for myself.
True    P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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