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Mar 2014
My dear, my love, my heart,
the thought of where you are tears me apart,
that when my thoughts go out to you,
they only die in that deep ocean blue.
So I build a ship which can fight the treacherous sea,
one which can withstand the crashing of the waves,
and with this ship we will be free,
and no longer held as one of love's slaves.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
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