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Dec 2013
The wind I hear it, it whispers your name,
She calls to you through the wind and the rain,
Alone and shivering she reaches for you,
Her eyes start to tire with nothing in view,
So on she travels across Seas and Lands,
With hope in her heart to feel your strong hands...
Nameless
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Nameless  London
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