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I'm in the wars, can't speak for crying. Close all the doors, since I am dying. Pick up the phone, attempt to call her. I'm all alone, until she answers. Momentarily, she brings peace to me. Momentarily, she brings peace to me. She barely speaks, but I hear her breathing. That's all that I need, someone who's listening. And still she stays, her time is precious. Until I am safe, she gives her presence. Momentarily, she brings peace to me... |
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"If a man says something in the forest, and there is no woman there to hear him, is he still wrong?" Dagwood Bumstead |
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