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Feb 2013
May be I had walked miles in hot desert,
and you were the spring I came across,
I had to die for you,
Otherwise I would die anyway,
But still I am dying, not because you were not what I needed,
You did keep me alive for a while but,
May be I would die anyway,
But you made the difference,
You made me ignore the boundaries,
And the difference is that otherwise I would die of thirst,
but since I wanted more of you,
So now I am dying because I am drowning in you anyway.
Birlan
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Birlan  St. John's
(St. John's)   
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