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Nov 2019
I grip the freezing fence
As the stream carries.

I'm glad for your tales
And your songs.

I'm here now
But I'm coming with them.
I'll join them
on a long trip
to relive
and to feel.

Once again,
I was there.
There's always more to come.
Written by
clec
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