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Sep 2013
Your presence is like the wind,
I'll feel your wispy hands running through my hair.
Your presence is like the wind,
Slowly causing weather and wear.
Your presence is like the wind,
I'm always looking, but you're never there.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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   Nonah, Emily Tyler and ---
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