Ex Pervenio

December 9, 2009
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I'm walking away for a reason,

Will you follow me,

follow me...
One step ahead or one step behind
you're always out of reach.
The glass opaques,
a one way mirror takes it's place.
Won't you look at me,

look at me...
You've gone but I'm still standing.
To be swept away is tempting,
but I'll stay strong as the current.
The warmth is slipping:

Come back to me,

back to me...

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