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Sep 2012
Learning to swim
When the pool is bone dry
Stringing a kite
When there's no wind to fly
You always swore
There'd be no goodbye
But they're broken
These promises broken

Learning to swim
When the pool is bone dry
Stringing a kite
When there's no wind to fly
You always swore
There'd be no goodbye
But they're broken
These promises
Running away
When there's no end in sight
Chasing our dreams
With all of our mightΒ 
Every last memoryΒ 
Jumps back to that night
And those broken
Those promises broken
Anna Wood
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Anna Wood
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   ---, Timothy and K Mitchell
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