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This City
This city
I think I could grow to love this place
With all its colours and all its grey walls
I could grow in this place
Grow beyond any confinement of dusty halls.
I like the way the smoke from my mouth
Rises above my head into the sky
And I look to this circle of friends
And one by one my fears seem to die
I could grow beyond myself
So much to live ou...
Tuesday 9th August 2016 12:47 pm
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