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May 2021
I can look at death.
I take its hand.
Help me to feel alive.
Cause I know you're there.
Now I can just fight.
I got nothing to lose and a lot of love to give.
Help me give it.
I'll take you by the hand.
Walk on your highway before I pass.
I love to know you're there to recue me.
When I can't go on.
31-05-21
Angmar Miedema
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Angmar Miedema  31/F/Gouda(NL)
(31/F/Gouda(NL))   
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