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Jan 2012
She wears that dress
and glides across the light green pitch
The lake in the distance
glowing from the moon in the sky
Melting together as one
That's when i truly feel right
Yet her face is set heavy
and her words a bitter bite
So my words
they are lifting
As to bring her face from the darkness
To let her smile light up the night
She leads me to places
of which i wish to go
Through deserts of sand
And plains of snow
To tops of mountains so high
Through rivers so wide
Just take me there
my beautiful indian guide
Written by
SK Fisher
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   Blaine T Voss
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