What, me worry?

Sunday, March 06, 2005

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I saw that night
the sky was black
there were no stars
I knew I was alone
even in the midst
of the crowd
I knew that night
in the pitch
I would always be on my own
So I let go of the
Cliff and let myself fall
I didn't matter if
I was lost in the abyss
It never had before
For there is always a cliff
from which to fall
And always such a long way
to go.

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