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Voices
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The voice in my head,
Singing me to bed,
Making everyday a new from yesturday's blood that was shed.
Hold me beautiful voice,
How I miss you so.
The voice I once saw in person
is one only a true friend could know.
I love you dad.
Singing me to bed,
Making everyday a new from yesturday's blood that was shed.
Hold me beautiful voice,
How I miss you so.
The voice I once saw in person
is one only a true friend could know.
I love you dad.
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