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Aug 2011
I wandered through streets of bars and faces
I did not know my name.
People smiled with pity as I stumbled by
I did not know my place
I was lost in an ancient land of dreams
I did not know where
And so I ran to shelter and cried
I did not know why
A voice spoke to me from the blackness
I did not know whose
I asked them to help me
I did not know how
They told me I was safe, I was home
I did not know.
Written by
G Rhydian Morgan
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