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Mar 2014
With my ear to the ground
It's time to soak in the sound
Of your voice from the top of that hill
You've never sounded more shrill
But things are constantly shifting
And nothing ever stays the same for long

So just hear me out now
Soak in my sounds
Try to block out the rest
You're being put to the test
Never felt so blessed
John
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John  28/M/New York
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