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Apr 2014
A walk in the park
after dark
the ghosts come out
and the dogs don't bark
scared in the dark
the body lays dead or alive
in the depths of the soul
in the gallows they scream
the dreams don't matter
anymore than a walk in the park
the walk in the park that changed my life

JNL
Albero Centrale
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Albero Centrale
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