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Oct 2014
There is no rest
Consider
If you were torn asunder
Could you bear the pain
How soon would we find you
Six feet under

To be born half
Searching the world over
Trying to find
Something...

A bird missing a wing
A harp without strings

That's me without you
I am myself
Written by
I am myself
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