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16 March 2008
soliga söndag :)
As high as the moon , So high were my spirits When you sang out my name,
And coming from you, It was enough just to hear it Oh,
it rang like the bells did today
But even the sturdiest ground Can sh
<3
Crawling in my skin, These wounds, they will not heal
Fear is how I fall, Confusing what is real. . .
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