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Inside Of Me
Inside Of Me
Upon this lonely hill I stand
Looking down with pen in hand
Memories that flood my jumbled mind
Hopes and dreams I cant seem to find
Shades of sadness creep over me
Into the wind I look but can not see
A reflection of myself of long ago
Once new now old he loved me so
Slowly time passes and my mind forgets
Leaving behind all my regrets
Mindless it seems I will always be
Until the end then will I be free
Slowly I feel the storm fighting me
As swiftly I drift across the sea........
Written by
Artie Beason 6/1/2011
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