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Sep 2011
Here I sit on the Edge of Everthing
The beginning of a New Life
A Death of something Precious
From Here I could go Anywhere
I could forsake it all for Money
Waste it all for Love
Maybe I'll learn to fly
Leave them all Behind
Chances are if I Leap and Fall
I'll never get There
But if I don't, how will I ever know?
Liz Anne
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