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The city is drenched in gold tonight
The sea is silver, like my temples
My hands feel older now than ever
But my mind and my grip is so much surer
Than back when I was younger;
I've run from love when it got tough
My hair was bleached in boiling light
I helped as many people as I could
Still, my thoughts were darkened in the wilderness
Felt alone in crowds of s...
Tuesday 19th June 2012 7:38 pm
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