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| Lost by � arhllm Father found in Florida bitter and cold no picture to compare before and after. Imagined me someone else's daughter fallen from the sky. His blood running through my veins no pride in the knowledge. Nothing left behind to claim me to an act done years before. Promises not broken never made. All that's left all that was is a name a number the dial tone remains buzzing in my ear. A.R.Hill 2000 |