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The quiet place I go sometimes
Knows not for which I came
Collect a thought, to ease some pain,
She appears to me the same

To hunt for clues to make a plan
So clear she lets me see
To calm a fear, reflect the day
A burden now set free

Its not a place I like to go
For fun its surely not
To see the little things I*ve done
And some that I*ve forgot

But on the whole she*s like a friend
That takes me by the hand
And squeezes gently when I*m wrong
In silence joined we stand

So when you think that I*m alone
And have no words to speak
Think back to things of which I spoke
And see me cheek to cheek


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Publicado el: 06-08-2001
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