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Jun 2017
45 years just wasted
Not a **** thing to be shown
Wandered in on a whisper
Leaving with a groan

No wife, no house, no savings
No love to write about
Nothing ever ventured
No hope but lots of doubt

Heed this little warning
Lest you end up where I lie
Find and hold your love
Long before you die

I go now to the shadows
For I never had the light
Soon to be forgotten
Cause to live I had no right
Written by
Jamison Bell
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     unnamed, Keith Wilson and Gabriel burnS
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