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  Dark and cold is the jungle I roam
  I fall, I collapse, as I picture home
  I am alone, I hunger and I trust
  I am tired, oh I could just burst


  Eternity without rest I have run
  In complete darkness without sun
  Now I bit the dust, I cry and moan
  I guess god has a heart of stone
 

Soul Shell
St. Cloud, Minnesota, USA.

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