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Wot You Lookin' At?(The Eyes Have It)

Wot You Lookin’ At? (The Eyes Have It) Have you ever wondered how love begins? How desires are fuelled and passions roused? Well, I think the eyes...

All Alone In A Crowded Room

All Alone In A Crowded Room I’m all alone in a crowded room Sunny faces everywhere A pit of darkness in my soul Fear, uncertainty and never ending...

Time To Blow

Time To Blow If I wind a clock Does it blow? With it’s dying breath Does it whisper Time to go? An infant breath Long ago Passing wind A zephyr code...
Cherry

Before I Go...

Before I Go… Before I go, I’ve things to do. Where did I put that list? Like odd socks their kin long lost My dreams lie all alone. All the promises...

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