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    Thursday, June 18, 2009

    I walked across an empty land

    I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

    I felt the earth beneath my feet

    Sat by the river and it made me complete

    Oh simple thing where have you gone

    I'm getting old & i need something to rely on

    So tell me when you're gonna let me in

    I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

    I came across a fallen tree

    I felt the branches of it looking at me

    Is this the place we used to love?

    Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

    Oh simple thing where have you gone

    I'm getting old & I need something to rely on

    I'm getting old & I need something to rely on

    So tell me when you're gonna let me in.

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