Saturday 22 December 2007 photo 8/8
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I was raised from a broken seed I grew up to be an unwanted weed Ever faster the time exceeds me Little harder again to remember... you Held a torch for you, when lightning stroke me Once again, hope I died for the last time Only one I have a thing greater than you Little light on the sky every night Morning dew on the field, where I met you I was frozen a year, couldn't get through Got a sign, not a scar, on my shoulder I am not quite the man you take me for
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