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Mar 2016
Take me back to the lights
To a city that is old
Where I can endlessly wander
Streets laden with gold

I belong to nobody
No one but the night
That's where I fly
Fly high, like a kite

I don't need to feel
To feel I'm alive
I feel the life burning;
Burning inside
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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