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Feb 2011
I missed her name
But that all makes it serene
She doesn't exsist
Stuck as a figure of speech

Think back on missing now
You somehow will run out
Some sunlights a shadow
She doesn't exsist anyhow

Theres so much beauty in nothing
And that's how we sleep
Theres so much beauty in nothing
And that's why we're free

I wish i could find home
But warmth is a kaleidoscope
Something we'll never know
Something we'll never think we know
Written by
matthewkirn
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   Gwen Johnson
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