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Dec 2012
Im in the process of forgetting
Everything I used to know
Looking up into the vast expanse of the past
I remember that we used to be part of that wandering star dust
One day soon we will be again

A breath of silver coats my lungs
Tasting a luminous horizon
Reaching out to suspend the fabric of my thoughts
Shining
Blinding the shadows into hiding

You only ever yearned to fly
Never to fall
There is such sweet sadness in letting go
That space  between I'm sorry and Good-bye
It waits for us all
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Even broken down I'm always worth something to you
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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   Jimmy Kerr, Brandon, Timothy and Day
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