Thursday 21 June 2007 photo 2/3
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here is nothing for which I am responsible. Just this baggage that I keep carrying on as if I had someone. OK, maybe there is a woman somewhere who's still thinking of me or a girl with coal black hair who's haunted in her dreams. But what they've seen, well, it wasn't me. It was just some lie that they slept beside. I kept this from them but I can't keep this from you. So will you look for me in that strange, bright place. Where the statues bloom in the park. They don't need no rain.
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