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Jan 2010
It's a melancholy kind of midnight as I sit here chasing dreams,
Whiling away the hours with my well-worn reveries.
Cocooning myself in a blanket of whimsy as the moonlight gleams,
I melt into a world where I am welcomed heartily.
Written by
Jenny Cassell
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   Nikki I and Charles Dennis
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