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Mar 2014
Oh night!
It is you that's as cold as my skin
and everywhere I go
you seep into me.
Oh night!
You mistake love
for darkness and
climb the rock to understanding.
Oh night!*
Pale, milky night.*
Give in to me so that maybe,
just maybe,
I'll see your stars.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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