Chris Mackie Biography

Darkness shrouds my house
It has no windows or doors
There is no way back in
Everything is gone
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This grey barren land we roam
A place we once called home
Where trees and plants once grew
And skies were clear and blue
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With heavy heart
I stand here
overlooking the sea...
I long to see your face
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And as I kissed her...
My surroundings becomes silent...
and time stood still
There is no past, no future
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