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Wood Behind The Trees.
I think back to the dark times,when there wasn't any light. You came along and saved me and helped put my troubles right. That was so many years ago but I can't forget. That parting was not a good idea,a decision I regret. I found new inspiration from a wise and lovely friend, but I let you back into my head as always in the end. One good thing has come out of this,I now know where you are,but I'm not sure what I should do now I've come this far. It's been a long and painful search. Nearly brought me to my knees, but I can see more clearly now the wood behind the trees.
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Wood Behind The Trees.
Wood Behind The Trees.
