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Silence without RestFour grey wallsA box-like confinementA prison for the soulWhere did rest go?When did sleep end?For rest is not found in a sinful b..
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I write it down"Baby, I love you"With hearts all aroundI say it, but think it tooBut i write it with inkOn a feather of a doveAnd you may take a blink..
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