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15 December 1984
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Sitting here, brittle eyed
It's only a step from where they say
These feelings can run out of time

Naming words, measured years
It's taking an age a bit too far
A diary of weighted days
Battle cries of beaten lies
We're searching through all the reasons why
And leaving a past memorial

Where the will may, find a way in
The dials of the moon could steer my way
To love of the future prize
I am treasure and I am trove
So strike up the sand again dear man
It's only a counting game of time

Crazy, It made me crazy
Crazy, it made me crazy..
Crazy, it made me crazy...
being alone, being amongst others