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Oct 2018
Do you hear the wind blowing in the willows
Her moan calling through the trees
She knows no names
Still I know her voice
Oh how bitter her cry
She knows no peace for a hundred years
Like the rings of a stump
I have felt these things too
Oh that we would find comfort
Oh that we could make peace
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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     Crow and Johnny Scarlotti
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