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ExmoorThe wind blown fresh across the Atlantic Ocean Its crisp cold breath a welcome token I come here when I want to escape Here I am free, here I am safe.Exmoor
Safe from the problems of the earth Away from where all hassles make berth In the warmth of the sun, in the cool of the rain I feel instant relief, and I know why I came.
The babbling brook, the sea below me The heather that spreads both sides of the valley Exmoor my home, Exmoor my heart It is for only so long that I can depart.


Just imprintsA starfish in the deep vast ocean A monsoon approaches across the plain Impressive, large, the bigger picture And yet so very far away.Just imprints
A close one happy, a close one hurt These seem so much bigger things You personally, no home, no work Small incidents take wing.
We are tiny on a huge planet Just an imprint in the dust Yet the largest things we easily miss - It is for tiny things we lust.


Your HoldI could sit and watch you sleep As an angel trapped aboveYour Hold
Still I try not to weep Eager for your love
I know we’ve both moved on Each following a different path
Yet still it seems so wrong That we no longer laugh
You seem so far away We cannot be together
Yet I think of you every day So still you hold my tether.


Windows to the SoulYour eyes dark like the night draw me closer to your soul Swallowing me into their deth Your sarrow is over whelming and I am lost in it This pain is never restingWindows to the Soul
It is cold in there traped in your despair I try to free you from your cage But the lock it will not brake Suddenly I realize the cage is not yours but mine
you have traped me with your gaze I am stranded and alone in your cold eyes Some one free me from this torment Let me be free as a bird
Wings spred soaring the the sky Or like a fish in the sea let me be free Get me out of the darkness of you
Truck Of Yonder
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it's not hard to grow...when you know that you just don't know
In answer to your question, I did a project on aboriginal art for GCSE which was great, and I do own a didgeridoo. So its a little more than a username but its not my only interest.
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The flinch in your eye calls your bluff
Feel free to die when you've had enough
Useless cause is breaking your back
Your life will end when you attack.
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DMC3, disc 01 track.07
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