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It happened and I couldn't stop it:

Thursday, February 05, 2009
Midnight rain on a tin roof
Sing my soul a lullaby
Make my dreams pleasant and true
Shut my weary eyes

Time flyes by as we stand still
Quickly to fire, but stuck at the wheel
Wet like a desert in snowy times
Nights become mornings before I unwind
Mornings become evenings though nothing is done


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