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Sunday 1 June 2008 photo 3/3
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Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices the contrast
of white on white
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference
between wrong and right
I walk in the air
between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
into the fog where no one notices the contrast
of white on white
And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference
between wrong and right
I walk in the air
between the rain through myself and back again
Where? I don't know
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