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Sep 2010
I packed my things when you were still deep in your sleep.
I wandered around the room,barefoot,i knew there was no promise to keep.
A ray of gloomy light seeping through,morning rain had clouded up your windows.
You're only a ring away i know  

But i have to go,i missed the last night train.
Here i am at my stop just waiting.
A stranger, no way i'd change back.
I'm going nowhere for you to track.
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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