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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-03-23 | | I feel the autumn’s breath And the green that is withering; I feel the castle comes Crashing about my false hopes… I feel that I do not exist again. I feel and hurt badly That fresh breeze in your soul That once was mine. I feel I’m losing you Although you had never been mine…
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