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Jul 09, 2004 23:49

running in the sand
like a child on a holiday
breaking free of work and stress and thought

as memories grow dim,
on a whim i turn another way
and let the wind direct me when my sail's been caught

i can't remember yesterday
but it's no good to me now
as i laugh at the sun - it's dancing on the sea

my mind is like a fugitive
its only runs away
and i dont care what tomorrow's news could be

this world is freedom
this life is void of meaning
this ignorance is bliss
i cant tell if i want this
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