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Well the ink in my pen ran dry

Long before your smile

And pages have always been blank

Like the trees in the wild

 

But the wind, yes, the wind keeps

Pushing you to me

Time in time out

I know when it's time to leave

 

And the memories we made

Will never be lost, no

And the look on your face

We both knew the cost

 

But the wind, yes, the wind keeps howling www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2hkZbVsrPY

 

day 4 of lyrically inspired with Angie www.flickr.com/photos/anngeedee/

8 of 100 self portraits

Done