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Sunday 22 December 2013

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That I could become
Contemplative and reclusive
From that you prevent me, or save me
However, the moods of the moment do take me

That I should go
Where my own thoughts doubt me
From there you shake me, not forsake me
However the moods of light, or dark, invade me


Cut It - Love of Perfumed Grains of Dust
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