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Sometimes, I stand somewhere safe and stare out, quite pathetically.
I may sit.
And stare; out pass the surroundings, to the place where the sky meets the sea,
My friends waiting for me, in a place called black.
There the sun laughs as the sea calls me crazy, they question my sanity.
Itís a rather sad, confusing reality.


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