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ivanfyodorovich
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Jan 17, 2006 13:57
You told me once that your love would be a shield about me,
that you'd be the one who lifts my head.
But I am alone in the dark, and your love is naught
but a cold wind that chills my heart,
and I can't hear you anymore.
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