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Mar 2014
We all love at one time
Free and blind
All the lost souls
Diving headlong into open air

Colour and fire
Wanting through desire
All the lost souls that ever cared
Beating rhythmically through your hair

Haunted thoughts
Abandoned pools behind your houses
This is where they wait for you
All the lost souls

Freshly built highways
Decayed moral canopies
Pulchritudinous moonlit lakes
We are the lost souls
Adam Mott
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Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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