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Jan 2014
No one here to hold
No one here to trust
Nothing left to unfold
To wipe away the dust
No one left to love
No one left to talk
Nothing from above
Nowhere left to walk
No one left for me
No one left to cry
Nothing to set me free
Until my heart will die
Brett W
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