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The riot of spring
Into the riot of the spring
sirens are calling my soul
what the hell is wrong with me?
I feel like I'm a thousand years old
But I've just been a boy
who started a million fires
went down on his knees and then prayed
to catch another glimpse of your face
That day you were wearing a skirt
the day you made my knees shake
all that distant time
...Sunday 15th May 2011 11:40 pm
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