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- Gold Streams By Felix BodsonIt’s like running from whats true, so I can lie on this spot. And if all my thoughts are blue, I let them cry until they stop, cos eventually they have to, clear skies help me slot, back to Familiar patterns. Comfy. Then what happens? Come see. See am up for a challenge trust me. Love and pain either side now its us 3. Days getting shorter, all ya mates are getting taller. The potential is in the water. The sound is from the ground. I remember Earth out loud, this air we breathe, we share with
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