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Nov 2013
Do not call my name into    I feel    the night
for that does not become you
Did you hear mother call      you
did you hear father calling you into   the    night
I feel I have past that by
and now have grown
to a place where my mistakes are my own
and my past has become my own
and that is going back to the people the ones   I   know
and do you   know                It's           YOU...
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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