Through pride we are ever deceiving ourselves. But deep down below the surface of the average conscience a still, small voice says to us, something is out of tune. - C.G.Jung
And you say you know it all
He writes you a letter
He gives you a call
A troubled voice
A silent bawl
From a place down yonder
Where the shadows fall
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2015-02-13 at 16:12
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Where The Shadows Fall
When you think you made it homeAnd you say you know it all
He writes you a letter
He gives you a call
A troubled voice
A silent bawl
From a place down yonder
Where the shadows fall
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
Read 847 times
Written on 2015-02-13 at 16:12
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