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May 2015
As the sun begins to set
Behind the clouds, to take its rest
The moon comes out and beckons for sleep
And I answer its call with glee, and drift away
To a land of dreams, which may never come true
But here's to hoping I dream of you
Jon Faux
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Jon Faux
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