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hiding...
Hiding, he is hiding
He used thunder to drown my voice
He sent the rain to avoid my tears
Is there a place to hide in paradise?
Where is the guiding light?
Where is the burning bush?
All magicians repeat their tricks
He is hiding, he is hiding
An unfinished prayer got away
Only to be ridiculed in midway
He is sad that he made us
He is hiding, he is hiding
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By julieandwes on 19 May, 2008, 5:27 pm
made me think,reminds me off a person crying for help but yet nobody hears even when there near and all that person is feelings is shit loads off fear,
By vens on 20 May, 2008, 1:45 pm
oh....amazing...........for sure he is hiding!!!!
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Author: aj