Hans Rustad You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. Bob Dylan It’s Alright, Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)
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