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The pale skin
the older it becomes
The secret within
for I am the one
I cannot be touched by
the wind of a sound
The reflection in the miror
when I look around
It's me that isn't there ...
the older it becomes
The secret within
for I am the one
I cannot be touched by
the wind of a sound
The reflection in the miror
when I look around
It's me that isn't there ...
חמישי אפר' 08, 2004 7:57 pm
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