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Jan 2014
Let me go gently
Drifting over seas.
Swaying over open fields
Catching in the breeze.
Don’t hold me in defiance;
I cannot be caught down here.
I am too young to die
The thought is wrapping me in fear.
There is so much to live for,
And I have only just begun.
I wish for someone to join me,
And I think you’re the one.
Written by
Hilary Thorpe
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   Anderson M
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