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Mar 2013
Sometimes I think I know
Why the other people go
To the place where all this pain will mend.

Where melancholy does not linger
No blood upon their finger
To the place with eternal time to spend.

In a far distant land
They'll lay upon the sand
Under rays that cannot burn them
Below waves that cannot submerge them
To the place of beginning and of end.
Jett Bleue
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Jett Bleue  Cambridge/Ballymena
(Cambridge/Ballymena)   
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