sometimes it seems
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like the void is larger than life
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and i’ve none to give,
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nothing to say
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at the ending of the day
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as i turn to go
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man made prints in the snow
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lines entwine
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and in time it will show
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dusk day fades in grey
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i won’t let me slip away
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As I Turn
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| Anekdoten |
