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HIDING |
How many times whence I hid from Reality seeking Solace from the vast turmoil within so I retire quietly unobtrusively to the deaf recesses of my mind where my world silently lay a Secret Place only I knew a place where my dreams come true where my Songs have meaning and where my heart is cloaked in Gold...
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26th July 1991 | |
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