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Feb 2014
My name it means nothing, my fortune is less
My furture is shrouded, in dark wilderness.
Sunshine is far away, clouds linger on
everything i posses now it is gone
where can i go to?
and, what can i do?
nothing can please me, my thoughts are of you.
crying and thinking; is all i can do,
memories i have remind me of you...
Sophie Woods
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Sophie Woods  Australia
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