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Apr 2013
The floods that dried keep rushing out
The fire that saved me won't burn out
The hands I wish could hold me now
Hold the noose that keeps me falling down

The rope you use, it burns me deep
Your fog, it blinds me when I sleep
Your tide, surrounding when I think
But I will never seek their love
Because yours is all I find in me.

Though you've set sail
And our love has left
I hear the words beat through my chest
When our love was a sea
Did you ever think
There'd come a storm through symphony
Jack Savage
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Jack Savage  26/Wolf Bay
(26/Wolf Bay)   
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     E B, Jack Savage, --- and Gary Muir
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