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Jul 2014
The wind is howling,
The sea is black

The seagulls flying,
I'll not go back

My tears are falling,
I mustn't break

I'm fastly paying,
For my mistake

I cannot correct my deeds gone wrong,
For I am certainly not that strong
Written by
S B Johnson
423
   Wellan Xi
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