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Aug 2014
Holed up in a bed
With a few blankets
A running nose
Temperature as hot as a fire
Poor throat, my poor throat
Letting lose of the dust at its base
A running nose
A blocked nose
Hidden ears
burning forehead
sick.
Cassis Myrtille
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Cassis Myrtille  Somewhere Over The Rainbo
(Somewhere Over The Rainbo)   
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   SilentCry, Timothy and Pax
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