January 2009
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Leaving is always easy.
Out here in the fields I will feel no fear, because I left my hope in the city that once I held dear. And all through my trials I will never weep for you, dear, because I left your love in the city that once I used to fear. Out here in the fields I will wait until you heal. I hope that once you forget it all, you’ll find something real. And all through my trials I will pray for you, dear,...
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