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Mar 2014
Dry
The tap has run dry.
Now it leaves just you and I.
Where visions in the mind appear,
we don't say them for fear
of hurting the other.

Life being just another
person in the web of love.
When you look up at the stars above
think of me
as I do think of thee.
Old poem about love :)
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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