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Friday, December 13, 2002

now you're stepping back towards me
'til the room is bathing in light
and the answer there before me
there's no ending when we die

are you sleeping here beside me?
are you shinning bright as the sky?
are you breathing now inside me?
there's no ending when we die.....

(Toad the Wet Sprocket, Dulcinea)

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