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Feb 2014
Songbirds sang, an angel cried
while I was strung out on the wind,
and I don't know time she died;
left wondering, full of sin.

Well, if this cloud buries
your soggy dreams
deep in the sea where
beginnings fade to ends.
I'll wait for you my friend
on the glass beach.
Michael Jeffrey Wille
Written by
Michael Jeffrey Wille  Elburn
(Elburn)   
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