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May 2014
every night when I try to sleep
the rap on my door never cease
the ghost of the memories

hide under blankets, oops too thin
pile on the pillows, they find a way in
never ending, constantly begin

never ending, constantly begin
never ending, constantly begin
never ending, constantly begin
never ending, constantly begin
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
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