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Aug 9
Within the silent depth of the hills
A cry so loud it sends me chills
Who am I to choose for life my own
Surviving is all I was made to know
Written by
Nosy  F/333
(F/333)   
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       William A Gibson, CantSeeMe and Nosy
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