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Jan 10, 2004 00:56



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I wonder how these days of old
Can hold me so fast in their grasp
All I should never have said and done
Too many dark secrets untold

This heavy curtain may fall some day
And reveal what I have become
My flaws, my fears, my cruelties,
My memories might all fade away

Can you tell what I would be
If the rain could wash me clean
Of everything I’ve seen and done,
Everything but me?

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