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Jul 2013
Everything is connetcted, love,
Don’t be a *****
Don't push yourself back to the start
Of our argument

No,
As the smoke settles
And the ark resides
On this vast island

I feel safe to tell you:
That our start has been
From then on until now
Also the end;

Everything is connected, love.
Me
Written by
Me  Here and Now
(Here and Now)   
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