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Jul 2013
You sang me a song
and then took it back,
Held me like a fragile bird
then let me go.
It's cold here
in the sun by myself,
glaringly,blindingly,beautiful,
This bird knows not how to fly
and wants to go home...
MoonChild
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MoonChild  A place more Peaceful
(A place more Peaceful)   
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