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Feb 2019
Take me with you,
back to land of dreams.

Where you’re queen,
and I your king.

Your sweetest voice,
guiding me home.

Don’t leave me behind,
let’s escape our torment.

Together forever.
Until we withered away,

my blossoming viola.
Sam the lynx
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Sam the lynx  31/Cold, cold place.
(31/Cold, cold place.)   
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