July 2011
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now you’re gone, i won’t fall, fall in the fire oh no, i am lacking, i want what i see you fireball have rolled away, in shaded valleys so here i am the creek bed, so here i feel my way in the dark what wonder, what treasure map, what breaking of day what stream used to flow here, and now what dusty decay let the flash flood begin, wash me down there canyon quicksand pull me in,...
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