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| Love is deep as the road is long.
With every breath I live the day do what I can, this is where it begins.
Nobody knows how the story ends.
Moments pass like moving cars on the freeway all trying to get back home.
Look back not to the darkness threw the door. We set out so long ago.
Move my feet to carry on but it beats my heart when you are gone.
Freedom once grace...
Friday 1st February 2019 4:38 pm
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