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IN THE DESERT (ANA)

Date Written: September 24, 2017
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In my head, I can hear a voice, 

it is her and I do not have a choice! 

Yesterday, she was so kind and calm, 

sitting in the desert under the palm … 

To me, she, ah, again, she, is like the drugs, 

she is gone and there will be no hugs! 

She lured me into the deep trap, 

to her I am boring, old and crap … 

You do not want to know her, she is Ana, 

she is a mirage, in the desert like a Fata Morgana … 

I was an idiot and such a jerk and a fool, 

do not play with her, because she acts so cool!

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