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Jul 2013
I'm sweeping the pieces of yesterdays dreams that crashed and fell at my door colors of blue red gold all now gone but yet to rise from the ashes like never before all thoughts and dreams born alive inside are my silent friends never open the door for trouble keep confusion away and in its place pray to fight the devil another day Lord help me find my way back to you
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victor tripp  Philadelphia pa19144
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