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Nov 2013
Where do I go, what can I do,
is this what's supposed to
be happening or is it a state
of confusion blinding my faith?

I can't wipe all these question marks
away, I am not gifted by sparks
to lead my way, I am not all knowing
but hoping you could stay, going

to every place, hoping to find you,
trying to seal the hopes in cages,
behind and in bars, betting wages,
deal the cards, I feel lucky tonight.

Nothing for today, but everyday
for your hand I'll stride and fight.
I hopes you're worth it.
Daan
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Daan  Belgium
(Belgium)   
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