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May 2015
Not needing to be one way
So free to be any way
Like a tree in the wind sway
Happy going every way

Not quite
The only way
That you say
Only that way

Haha, I sound crayzay
Speech little like throaway
But the insight's there past the tensory
The routine letting go of my mystery

So I say **** it to history
Be here now, inhale the spirit story
Same as it's always been
Always here to live for me
Written by
   Cecil Miller
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