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Jan 2015
When the waves
Crash over the shore
I won't be there anymore
When the sun
Falls out of the sky
I'm gonna learn to fly

Upon the silver lining
Of a wandering cloud
I'm gonna write real loud
Across the midnight sky
It's time for me to fly

When the air and ground
Turn freezing cold
And you're worried
About your nose

I won't be there
To bring the blue skies back
I won't be there anymore...
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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