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Oct 2016
Is there ever gonna be
Anything but what I see?

Slipping through my fingers
Running out the clock
Leaving the door open
Yet never looking back

Memories slowly fading
Words lost in the wind
One glimpse of the past
Then you're gone again
Karina
Written by
Karina  Troms, Norway
(Troms, Norway)   
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