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Apr 2011
I saw your ghost walking around at night
I was dreaming that you were dreaming
in the streets
in the town tonight.

No need for words
dont keep a tempo
your routine goes up in flames
cause your dreams can see over the tops of the mountain range
far past the point were the sun peaks
Max Petersen
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