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Jan 2011
Whats that I hear?
Hear it year after year.
A voice keeps calling.
Who are you stranger?

Don't know who
or where from.
Why don't you come?
Out of fear I may succumb.

My name you call
my heart you pull
show you face
it must be beautiful.

Repeat, Repeat, Repeat
you sit in silence seat
you could make me complete
O' Calling voice.

Years have past
you are hear stranger
your voice is clear
mine at last
1-11-11
Trevor Comeau
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Trevor Comeau
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   Gina Ann
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