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Jul 2014
For years I stood there looking at the river
Dank, dismal surrounded by mist,, cold rain
No warmth in my life
This was just an exhistance
A life but not living
No love, no warmth,  no feeling
And so I crossed the river to a brand new world
Warmth,  passion,  love
I found the life I craved for

You to can cross the river
Joe Cole
Written by
Joe Cole  Horsham Sussex
(Horsham Sussex)   
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