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>> Wednesday, 1 October 2008
he's sitting next to me
and listen to the windy air
he's sitting next to me
i said many words to the evening
and he said nothing
he's sitting next to me
but he wandered somewhere else
he's singing next to me
and the soul seemed to be detached
he light his cigar next to me
and i guess he feels me nowhere
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