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Created on: October 17, 2008
I sit at my window
watching clouds pass by
Oh how wonderful would it be just to fly
Fly far far away
where no-one knows your name
or where you have come from.
Where no-one judges
no-one hurts
no-one cries
This place is your goodbye
a salvation
there is no live, there is no die
All there is to do is sit
and watch the clouds pass by
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