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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d
in the process of being rescued
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you
If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
As long as you were with me, let the cold wind blow.
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