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A Still Life Frame Solemn side streets and parking lots, home never seems the same and all that's left is still life, an image in a frame. I need a friend to save my soul, to hear my plea for life, bring me to a gentle place where no one lives in strife. Save me from my own mistakes, bring me to the fold, take me to a higher place where love is all I'll hold. ![]()
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