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May 18, 2006 11:05

I am on an island.

And I can see your boats. You are flagging me to come with you. You think I am lost out here.

But I don't want to go with you, or return back to the city.

Things are just too different now.

And I will never have the power to change them back to what they used to be.

I like it here. Come and visit when you feel like you need to reach me again.
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