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Oct.27.92  
I got so sick of Politics and hiding from it
I needed someone to help me pull my head from the sand there's an important treasure called escapism hidden behind the face value of desire   If I were hungry at the time you would have been a feast If I were tired at the time you would have given me sleep If I were lonely at the time you would have been a friend I needed a hero at the time you could have been anything in my mind   No matter how tight my collar the cold wind blew down my neck I knew the icy rain fell ten thousand feet to land on me but the wood stove was burning and the roof was strong we were in a quilt in a cabin in a dream I had   If I were lost at the time you would have been a map If I were sick at the time you would have been chicken soup If I were troubled at the time you would have been an answer I needed a hero at the time you could have been anything in my mind   |
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