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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2004-06-20 | | Wind upon my hair, hear the wistling like an elusory scream, in the cold rain, i feel raindrops falling down on me i close my eyes and feel the blistering cold where am i? it´s just an illusion so painful the pain grows with every more step i dare in the cold, in the cold september rain in the stormy weather with a sky in grey with tear-drops in my eyes like silvery fog so many times i wondered and asked myself why you had left me alone
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