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Jan 2011
The house is cold when I'm not with you
You are warmth you brigthen every room
My bright warm house, and you
You make me happy
You are so beautifull
And I'm hurting

You've been away and I don't miss you
I'd rather be hurting and alone
Cold depressed and sick
You were wrong
You were black inside
And I'm hurting
Written by
Lawrence Ferguson
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   Etienne Leclerc
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